#sound like mafioso names tbh

[konishirrr]

hello sweetheart!

I really like your writing, it just fits the characters and you make it sound so casual like ahhhh I love it sm ❤️

I was wondering if you could write some hcs of what being best friends with Dazai, Tachihara or Atsushi and your fav characters would be like? ( I couldn't find the post with info on who you write for, I'm sorry 😭)

also thoughts on calling Kunikida "kuni-kun"? 👉👈

Hiiii <33

ahhh ty I was getting worried that I’m mixing their personalities😭

Bestie Hcs <33

-> Dazai

The type to call u to hang out in the weirdest times

like, u could be in a meeting for anything and he’d text u “I told Kunikida I did my work let’s go to that café :p” <- didn’t actually do it

if y’all r ever get attacked while hanging out he’ll nonchalantly give u a gun and be like “yk what to do” after explaining nothing

but dw he’ll never put u in a position where u do need to use that

teases u for whatever geeky stuff u like

like, “y/n, I didn’t know u liked this stuff” and then start shouting it for everyone to hear

especially when it’s embarrassing😭

makes super weird nicknames for you and always uses them w mutual friends he doesn’t really know <33

-> Tachihara

the reckless cutie type :p

he rlly does care for u but ppl would say his recklessness would say otherwise 😢

he’s a literal spy and a mafioso so I bet he’ll try to keep u away from his work

tells u abt all the tea abt everything honestly

like, “ah, y/n. Took u long enough! Anyways, get this-” and start talking abt the most outrageous things with a casual face

loved going to arcades and amusement parks w u, makes him feel free of all responsibility

usually uses cute nicknames for u but when he’s mad at u or in a jokey mood he’d prolly pull out those weird ass names and stuff u did like 10 centuries ago <33. -> Atsushi

very pure but also very chaotic

like, if there was something going on he’d be like “y/n, do u see this shit?” While staring

tried to make u laugh 24/7 but always happens when he isn’t really consciously thinking abt it

tells u all the tea abt Dazai <- the source of all his problems 😭

always make perfectly planned out plans but somehow there’s always something in his way whether it be a former 15 y.o mafioso or anything tbh

feeds street animals together :p

Loves watching movies together and usually hangs out in one of u guys house -> Fyodor

He’ll prolly be on his computer while ur talking abt all the shit that happened like,

”and then, that bitch actually killed the guard!”

“Well that’s not good” he’d prolly say silently cackling and you’d be like

”I can see u laughing!” While (lightly) glaring at him

the adviser <3 usually his advice is nice and actually makes sense but sometimes ur reminded how much of a terrorist he is bc he goes on talking abt murder and hiring an assassin-💀

tries making u play board games w him like chess and if u don’t like chess he’ll prolly try to understand monopoly <33

finds dead languages to learn and is like “this seems fun. Why don’t we give it a go?”

Also, Kuni-kun is sooo cute <33 + very believable I feel like some person in bsd already calls him that lmao😭

[lowkeyclueless5137]

ooooh the idea of Rollo’s younger brother(had he lived, plus being twisted from Esmeralda) being in either Octavinelle, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia plus knowing the dorm leaders would be very cool. I really love scenario ideas that can come from it. Especially how you can give these ideas a little touch of your writer magic :) and how the younger brother would fit in at NRC being in one of these three dorms(might obviously be dragged into the trouble making first year group despite maybe trying to embody the righteous judge for his big brother[even though it’s obvious he’s a free spirit being twisted from Esmeralda and all, that and he definitely use the same tricks as her if he needs some quick escape from certain trouble like her], aka probably tick off Rollo more by befriending more mages >:>). Also why does the idea of the younger brother befriending a goat like Esmeralda with Jolly sound adorable and cute(it also becomes funny remembering Rollo seems ticked off by them too)

:0 I have magic?! Can I blow up shit with my magic????

Tbh, for the lil brother, just to not refer to them as 'little brother' anymore, imma name them Eugen. Deal with my poor af naming skills. Rollo was named after that bag of choco balls I'll get when I was little(It's literally named Rollo, with 2 l-s and all that), so Eugen gets named after ✨Eugenia✨. :v

Anyhow! On with the NRC shenanigans! :D

I did explain in a previous ask about the dead goat hc, so it also highlights how both Rollo and Eugen see things after a tragedy. They both loved Jolly before the bucket kicking happened, but while Rollo was filled with grief and less will to accept changes, pouring all of that grief into hating other goats, Eugen still loves them even more.

Entering NRC and Rollo being devastated that his brother was chosen to study aboard, even worse, at a prestigious MAGE SCHOOL.

They talk mostly through letters. So Eugen is the first when mail day arrives.

Personally, I would put Eugen in Octavinelle, mostly because of his free spirit and overall generosity. He's forgiving and benevolent, which fits the dorm. Plus it's purple :v

Rollo having a seizure when he hears from Eugen's letter about the whole shenanigans he got in along Adeuce and the magicless hooman. He would absolutely tail after the braincell club and deal with the overBlots, just giving Rollo more stress wrinkles than is humanly possible. Azul too, by extension that this kid won't stop getting into trouble.

Speaking of our dear mafioso waannabe octopus... Azul definitely didn't expect Eugen to stick out so much by making trouble. So he's more babysitting the guy, accidentally spiritually adopting him.

So when Glomasq rolls around, you have Azul ferreting too about his leave, especially since the twins would absolutely tare the place down with or without Eugen. Just PLEASE stay put, lil guy. :'3

Rollo probably loses his shit when he hears that AZUL of all people spiritually adopted HIS brother. Azul fully expected another energetic adoptable lil guy, not this tall ass bowlcut church twink done with life and having arsonist tendencies.

But if Eugen does tag along, he would end up in Azul's group, which in turn results on the latter dotting on the 'cute little freshmen' and just making Rollo to put Azul on the special tier list along Malleus. Congrats, Ashengrotto! You are now an enemy of the state! :'D

Idia is also tearing a new one to Rollo, but Eugen is a bit more lenient since Idia would very much not want to be yeeted off the tower by Azul. He still has some video-games events to catch, you know? :'3

Malleus is all like 'sins of the father' on both brothers, so he pretty much has Eugen on sus list for some time.

All in all... A fun time for everyone where we totally Don't almost get killed by magic sucking flowers. U-Ub

[angry-geese]

Risotto Nero x Reader (Soulmate Goose of Enforcement au)

Warnings: none, sfw. minor goose related violence. Some light swearing, its pretty mild tbh. Gn!Reader

Notes: when it's time for two soulmates to meet, a goose appears. The goose is immortal, and cannot be deterred until said soulmates meet. The trouble stems from trying not to be mauled by said goose.

Tumblr ate this the first time i tried to post it so if you've seen this before I'm sorry, I'll have a new fic posted later this week

It's a beautiful day in Italy, and He is a terrible goose.

As a child, you never gave the idea of having a soulmate much thought. It was there. That's about it. As you grew older, you watched all of your friends and family find theirs and settle down, living their own happily ever afters. All of the typical ways people find their soulmate never came to you. No red string of fate ever attached itself to your wrist, no words ever appeared on your arms. The older you got, the less hope you had. Sometimes people were born without soulmates. Sometimes people's soulmates die, and they're left without one.

You're not sure which one is better.

You fell into the underground of Passione after a family debt. The protection fees were becoming too much for your family to handle. The gangs never protected anything. It was their way of trying to pry you from your home without outright killing you. When you stood up for yourself- what a mistake that was- things went wrong. It was your life, or a life of service. Do it or die. You became one of the cogs in Passione's well oiled machine, the gears that turn and run Italy's underground. Your life became replaceable.

You figured a soulmate wouldn't want someone like you. Maybe it was better if you didn't have one. Who would want a low-rate mafioso like you, anyway?

Risotto settled into the thought of not having a soulmate rather well. At a young age he was deemed the black sheep of his family, partly for his frightening appearance, partly for how hard he found it to fit in. He left to live with his nonna and cousin as a teenager, soon falling into the gangs after the death of his cousin. If someone was going to be born without a soulmate, it was him. His occupation didn't allow soulmates. Having a significant other would only serve as something else to use to hurt him. It's bittersweet, in a strange sort of way. As a child, he would run himself in circles trying to find his soulmate. But a partner would do more harm than good.

People like him don't get happy endings. That's a fate he's reserved himself to.

Risotto first spotted you from across the restaurant, your eyes locking for only a moment. You bumped into him, spilling a bit of wine on your shirt. Your eyes went wide as you muttered a slew of apologies. He brushed the entire event off. Truly, you didn't stand out in the crowd. From the very beginning, you had the wide-eyed, frightened look of someone new to this, standing among a group of people with the same traumatized look on their face. Really, he didn't give you much thought. He hated ceremonies like these. He hated having to wear a suit. He hated how open this place was. He would be noticed here, something that his job requires avoiding at all costs. Despite his discomfort, he's tolerated it this long. His team pays little attention as he walks outside, making an offhand comment about it being stuffy. The important parts are over anyway, he won't miss anything.

The crowd is getting to you.

Rarely you find yourself in a place so packed. Ceremonies like this are not commonly held. It makes you anxious seeing just how widespread Passione is. This isn't even everyone. Many of the higher ups- the capos and even the boss- didn't bother coming.

You head outside for a smoke. Your hands shake as you pull out a pack of matches. The cool evening air is a nice change from the stuffy restaurant. You watch as the sun sets over the ocean. A few sparse clouds float overhead, but the sky is mostly clear, painted shades of orange and pink.

To your left, you hear a menacing sounding honk.

A goose stands to your side, it's beady black eyes filled with malice. As unnerving as it is, you stay still. All it's doing is standing there, why bother it? It'll leave eventually. It's not like you're messing with its babies.

You absentmindedly shoo it away, going back to your cigarette.

Menacingly, it steps forward. Despite this, you stand your ground. It's a bird, what's the worst it'll do?

It takes a bite of the hem of your slacks, tugging of your pant leg. When you don't immediately respond, it chomps on your ankle. The bite draws blood, causing you to recoil, and step back. The cry you let out is pitiful. After a second, you regain your composure, now filled with unbridled rage.

"Piss off ya feathered fuck!" You say. You'd feel bad swinging at it, but it's clearly out for blood. It's awfully bold for something that doesn't even reach your knees.

Risotto emerges from the restaurant to find you being attacked by a goose.

He simply watches the event unfold from the safety of the patio. You flee in his direction, collapsing on the stones at his feet. Warm blood trickles down your leg, staining your sock and shoe. He's merely watching, up until he puts some distance between the two of you and your avian attacker charges. Risotto isn't scared, more than he's caught off guard. Animals tend to be afraid of him. Maybe they could tell what he did for a living.

The evil goose gives one last hiss before stepping back, nodding it's small head. The second either of you try to step away, its charging, hissing as if it's out for more blood.

You glace from it, to Risotto, then back to it.

When you stand, he towers nearly a foot over your head. Black eyes glare down at you. You want to shrink and hide under his gaze. He feels familiar. His very presence is comforting in a bizarre sort of way.

You've heard of this- one of the rarest ways to find a soulmate. There's no real explanation behind it. There's no reason behind the others, but they tend to make more sense than this. When it's time for someone to find their soulmate, a goose appears. The difficulty comes from trying not to be mauled by said goose. The goose is immortal, and cannot be killed or deterred until two soulmates find each other. That's it that's the au.

"You're my... soulmate?" You say. It comes out as more of a question.

Him? Seriously?

"I guess so."

His voice is quiet. It's very deep and would be intimidating had the circumstances been different. He helps you to your feet, holding your hands in his. He offers his arm out to you. You take it, leaning against him. He's rather warm. You brush some of the dirt off. He takes a moment, giving you a once over for any more injuries. You appear fine, despite your damaged pride.

It makes him wonder what group you'll be assigned to. Probably Bucciarati's. You seem far too meek for his team or the guard. In a way, the thought is comforting. A smaller group would be less dangerous than his.

"I'm Risotto." He says, even quieter.

Despite the comical circumstances, his heart races. He has a soulmate. A million questions are going through his head. 90% of them are asking "is that seriously a goose?"

"Y/N." You dust yourself off a bit. He commits the sound of your name to memory. "Wait why the fuck are you named after rice?!"

"Don't worry about it." He says. The corners of his mouth tug into a smile. You simply shrug.

"I think I need a band-aid." You say.

Slowly the goose waddles off, setting out for it's next victims.

[p-and-p-admin]

Interview given to The Severus Snape and Hermione Granger Shipping Fan Group.  (sharing here Admin approved)

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Hello IShouldBeWritingSomethingElse and welcome to Behind the Quill, it’s wonderful to finally have the chance to chat with you.

Many readers will know you from your extensive catalogue of works like Convergence, A Soul-Mate’s Kiss, Entangled and of course, The Ribboned-Witch

Okay, let’s jump right in. What's the story behind your pen name?  It’s a simple one. I should be writing anything but fanfiction, ie o-fic. I need the pennies! Which Harry Potter character do you identify with the most? Probably a mix of Snape and Granger. Snape’s general curmudgeonliness (is that even a word?!) and Granger’s swottiness, (also perhaps not a word…) Do you have a favourite genre to read? (not in fic, just in general) Romance. Always romance. I am addicted to my Happily Ever Afters. Do you have a favourite "classic" novel? Persuasion by Jane Austen. Reunited lovers, a fave trope. At what age did you start writing? 14. How did you get into writing fanfiction? I blame Wolverine. I fell into Rogan (Wolverine and Rogue) in 2011, then starting writing it, when I *should* have been writing my o-fic…. What's the best theme you've ever come across in a fic? Is it a theme represented in your own works? The Marriage Law Challenge. Can that be called a theme? I love that, and have written a few. It’s probably an equal love with soul-mates/fated mates. I’ve written a few of those, too. What fandoms are you involved in other than Harry Potter? I’m a fairly linear shipper. So it was Rogan, then Sherlolly…then SSHG and it’s been only that for *gulp* almost seven years. If you could make one change to canon, what would it be? Do you have a favourite piece of fanon? Naturally, Severus Snape lives (not that he died in the first place!). Fanon? At the minute, I’ve read so much fanfiction, I’m not sure what’s solely in the books anymore! Dark Revels, maybe? Or could Jason Issac’s idea for long hair for Lucius Malfoy be considered fanon? lol Do you listen to music when you write or do you prefer quiet? It varies. Sometimes it’s whatever I have listed on Amazon Prime, or various rainy ASMRs. I so have a creativity sound thing that’s supposed to tap into your writing brain. It runs for 3 hours and does *seem* to work…when I remember to turn it on! What are your favourite fanfictions of all time? Hope Reawakened - Georgesgurl117 A Place in the World - Noodle In the Darkness in Which We Are Made - Corvusdraconis A Number of Ways to Kill Ron Weasley - Ms-Figg From the Corner - Coffeeonthepatio Chocolate Enchantment - Vivian B Forged in Flames - MsWhich Owned - TwilightDarkness82 Three Pregnancies and an Adoption - rhapsodybree A Witchhiker’s Guide to Beltane - TeddyRadiator Romancing the War - Pubella The Marriage Benefit - Miamadwyn The Nature of the Phoenix - scatteredlogic Vomica Domintor - Always_ss There are probably fistfuls more… lol Are you a plotter or a pantser? How does that affect your writing process? A panster. Which is why I often get to the middle of the middle of a story (*the* hardest place!) and it stalls! What is your writing genre of choice? Romance. Always. Which of your stories are you most proud of? Why? Ignis Tactus, mainly for the feel of it. And chapter 5, because of quality of the writing. It’s intimacy. Did it unfold as you imagined it or did you find the unexpected cropped up as you wrote? What did you learn from writing it? I had a vague idea of where it was going and wrote the first chapters in a few days. Chapter 5 took longer - as the smexiness always does. It was a reminder to pick out the right detail, which is a simple idea and the hardest to achieve. How personal is the story to you, and do you think that made it harder or easier to write? It wasn’t personal, I don’t think. A story is always a tapestry to me, weaving threads together to make sense.  What books or authors have influenced you? How do you think that shows in your writing? Probably from years back, Orwell and Hemingway. And a shedload of poetry. It’s made me aware of language and to aim to use the least words I can to sharpen the imagery, dialogue and setting. Do people in your everyday life know you write fanfiction? My other half does and that’s about it. I keep my fanfiction separate from my o-fic world. How true for you is the notion of "writing for yourself"? I like to write what I want to read, so very true? lol How important is it for you to interact with your audience? How do you engage with them? Just at the point of publishing? Through social media? I’m a social media hermit, tbh. I’m on the usual sites, because I have to be for work…and even then, I can happily wander away for weeks! I envy people who do social stuff naturally. What is the best advice you've received about writing? Look at your verbs and make them strong. What do you do when you hit writer's block? I’m been blocked for about 2/3 years, which is why I’ve slacked on writing, both fanfic and o-fic. I’m still trying to find a way around it. At the minute, I mostly play with digital art/Daz3d. Has anything in real life trickled down into your writing? Very probably. I do sit and ‘feel’ the emotion in a scene as I write it. Do you have any stories in the works? Can you give us a teaser? I’m plugging away on bits and pieces, the odd few hundred words here and there. So this is a bit of a bare snippet from The Offer of Just One More (yes, I also peck at that!) “Victoire said you’re mean, Daddy.” Alexandra’s little Severus scowl was quite plain. “I said you weren’t, so she tried to pull my hair. So we sat on her,” she pointed to herself, Oona and a beaming Olivia, “until she said you wasn’t…weren’t.” Hermione sighed. The Burrow was a bloody minefield. And she was certain there was more than Ron stirring trouble, through their children, to get in a dig at Severus. “You shouldn’t sit on people who disagree with you,” Severus murmured. There was a light in his eyes. Hermione was sure she’d get the blame for their three daughters being little hellions. A lifted eyebrow and the murmured, “Draco? An attack of birds? Setting me on fire?” “She sat under the tree with us last week when you were at the Burrow,” Emily said. Obviously their eldest had known about the altercation. And supported it. The Snape girls were just as protective of their father as he was as them. It was sweet. In a Mafioso sort of way… “It was the troll then, too. And she thinks you’re the best storyteller, now.” “Troll!” Meredith cried, waving her juice cup, obviously at the end of her patience in waiting for her story. “The troll, indeed, Meredith.” The toddler beamed up at her father and clapped her hands. Severus glanced down at a still-sleeping Hannah. His voice was soft as he asked. “So…who is the hero of this story?” Five little girls grinned and looked towards Hermione. She blushed. “Mummy!”

“And who is the villain?”

“The Troll!” Oona and Olivia declared. “Because he attacked her.”

“Quirrell. He released the troll.” Alexandra said. Emily shook her head. 

“She wouldn’t be in the toilet at all without Ronald Weasley.”

“Weedy!” Meredith laughed and the semi-circle of girls fell into giggles. Her eldest had recently taken a sharp dislike to her old friend. Hermione’s eyes met her husband’s. They would have to keep an eye on what the ginger menace was saying around their children. Or wait four years, and let Emily hex him. Any words of encouragement to other writers? Write what calls to you…and find your fun in playing with language. Hunt out those moments where you go ‘ooh, that’s good!’ Thanks so much for giving us your time. No worries. A pleasure :)

[bbyassassin]

Why would Ari want to save someone? Doesn't he kill people?

well, that’s just the thing. so, yes, ari is training to be an assassin ( a hitman really, but that’s just getting technical lol. ) when i choose to play him in his timeline he’s not yet at the stage where he’s actively killing, but more assisting with the cleanup on the jobs of his family / crew. he actually does a lot of the house duties and tends to any hostages they might take or, conversely, anyone they might hide away for protection. so at this point he’s more a bodyguard and a maid than a real hitman / assassin / contract killer, what have you.

but here’s another thing that’s important to note. the fam has a code, a set of standards and morals all their own. they don’t kill indiscriminately. they don’t take ORDERS that they HAVE to follow or else hell gets rained down upon them by some big mafioso or dirty executive. they work independently and have full control over the contracts and jobs they accept. if something doesn’t sit right with them or they just plain don’t wanna do it, they won’t accept the job. among their moral standards are that they don’t kill children, don’t typically kill women ( unless that woman is an active part of the criminal world themselves or has knowingly committed an act ‘deserving’ of the hit, if you understand what i’m saying ), don’t kill innocents ( i.e. someone who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe overheard something they shouldn’t have or whatever the case may be ), and avoid leaving orphans if they can help it. ( they also don’t kill for free; i.e. someone else who might be with the target but doesn’t have a direct hit on themselves. )

and while that’s the family and not specifically ari, it’s why he can stay with them. if they were completely vile, ruthless, merciless killers, he wouldn’t have anything to do with them. ari, even though he has fallen in with this crew of killers, is pretty soft-hearted and warm, tbh. he’s had to grow a hard shell, don’t get me wrong, but he’s got a lot of compassion and empathy for people. he wants to help people, and tbh he much rather prefers the protection jobs over the killing jobs. he prefers to be security or a lookout or gather information over killing people. when he’s in charge of hostages / protective charges, he tries to be as friendly and gentle with them as possible, tries to make them feel at ease. he doesn’t like the idea of torturing anyone, even if he knows it happens, even if he knows that it’s been necessary for them to complete jobs. he does also have a sort of…switch. he has to shut off this warm-heartedness, this empathy, to be able to complete his duties.

also, i feel it necessary to mention that my poor boy gets violently ill when dealing with dead bodies. they don’t even have to be eviscerated, even. just that cold, stiff lack of life thing totally turns his stomach. makes his job that much harder, and maybe in the end will make him unfit for this life. that might be an interesting place to take his story, putting him at odds with his assassin fam until he does leave them.

ari i think wants to belong, too, and while he did seek out the assassins, it could have easily been another group, too. even a more ‘morally sound’ group. but he’s going to sometimes do things that would normally go against his personal code to fit in, until it potentially gets to a point where it eats at him and he can’t stand that divide.

in case this was super rambly & possibly didn’t make sense, i have some other links to headcanon posts where i’ve discussed similar things:

ari & his protectiveness over sex workers

the two sides of ari ( compassionate vs. killer )

ari & his need to belong

edit: i suppose i didn’t explicitly answer the question lmao, but he would like to save someone from becoming more involved in something they shouldn’t be involved in. he wants to save people from being abused and mistreated like he’s been. he wants to save people from a path that will lead them to a hit with their name on it and his finger on the trigger.

[thecoppercow]

Imagine if, after 9/11, Tony Blair had immediately jumped on Blogger (cos we didn’t have Facebook or even Myspace then) and attacked Rudy Giuliani.

Imagine if Euan Blair had dug out an old quote of Giuliani’s, twisted it, used it to attack him with. Then concentrated on his name, the dogwhistle being that Giuliani was a mafioso sounding name, they’re all at it, aren’t they? (In fact, what actually happened was the govt actually backed Giuliani to the hilt, and even ended up giving him an honorary knighthood. Which given that he late turned out to be a dick was a bit much, but whatever, sympathy.)

If any of that had happened, Blair would have had to resign. So why is Trump allowed to get away with not just attacking Sadiq Khan after his city suffers two attacks in a row, but doubling down on it?

In March, London faced a terror attack on Westminster Bridge. The overwhelming reaction (source: I live here) was anger, not fear. Donald Trump Jr, the one with the teeth, responded by taking an interview from Sadiq Khan where he said that terror attacks were part of living in a big city, and pretended like this was false, that Khan was justifying terrorism, implying that this was because he was muslim. In reality, Khan was merely speaking the truth.

Then, a few weeks ago, Manchester was bombed. The Mayor of Manchester, Andy Burnham, said things should “carry on as normal”. Crickets from Trump.

On the 3rd, London was hit again. Trump, the orange one that Americans inexplicably insist on referring to as their ‘president’, responded to a third attack on a major ally by... attacking the Mayor of the capital, then following up by a tweet laughing about gun control. (I mean, you’ve had 22 shootings since the 3rd already, the terrorists over here were forced to use knives cos they couldn’t get guns, were shot by armed police within 8 minutes of starting, and people in a South London pub* threw bottles and crates at the terrorists, rugby-tackled them, etc, which isn’t really gonna happen with lax gun laws, is it.)

What Khan said was “yo, there will be an increased police presence on the streets over the next few weeks, don’t be alarmed, guys.” What Trump claimed he’d said was:  At least 7 dead and 48 wounded in terror attack and Mayor of London says there is "no reason to be alarmed!” Hmm.

When someone pointed out what he was doing was lying, two days later he doubled down with “Pathetic excuse by London Mayor Sadiq Khan who had to think fast on his "no reason to be alarmed" statement. MSM is working hard to sell it!”. Thinking fast, presumably, means ...going back in time to edit his statement he’d already made? And somehow getting the American media to fabricate a quote?

Just odd that Andy Burnham’s equally true, pretty-much-the-same-sentiment statement after the Manchester attacks didn’t get this level of vitriol, isn’t it.

Thing is, even *if* Khan had said what Trump claimed, and told Londoners to not be alarmed, so what? It’s true. The reaction this time wasn’t alarm, it was more deep irritation. We’re a city bored of this shit, not scared of it. Just because the Trump boys are triggered little snowflakes scared of every little thing doesn’t mean Londoners are.

London has been facing attacks for longer than America has even existed. It’s perhaps churlish of me to point this out, but part of the reason London got so used to terror daily was a certain few American businessmen who got misty-eyed over their “heritage” used their millions to fund a certain Irish outfit that used to stick bombs around the place on the regular, which kinda makes you immune to the whole thing. Just saying. And ofc before that you had other lunatics - this city is used to terror, because it’s sort of what made it. It is sad, and shouldn’t have to be, but it is the norm. If Trump and his supporters are scared then that’s pretty much what the animals that did this want, isn’t it.

What is out of the ordinary, though, is a President of a major power, in the aftermath of 3 attacks in 3 months, going for a (popular, respected, trailblazing) municipal figure in an allied country. It’s not made him any friends. Right across the political spectrum, it’s disgusted people, and tbh the State Visit later this year is gonna have to be in Balmoral or somewhere because imagine having the nerve to show your face in London after this.