Rant over 😭😭
I just miss the good old RPing days from like 10 years ago

And you couldn’t just say ‘he walked to the other side of the room’ it had to be like ‘—hark! he pranced to the opposite wall, footsteps LIGHT, /delicate/ like a feather as to not disturb the mahogany wood beneath.’
Type shit… maybe it’s changed now but that was a main reason I gave up

Even small short threads felt so tedious because you spent 10 mins formatting it
Like?? What happened to just,,,, writing and replying and calling it a day
I don’t want to sit there holding and italicising punctuation and every other vowel bro

And there was so much PRESSURE. To make your blog look nice and barely readable sometimes. Had to have a fancy theme, fancy edited icons with an overlay, fancy banners with outlines and frames…

Don’t get me STARTED on formatting replies… bold italic every other word , big font small font

Nono I feel that so bad… it’s been like 4 years since I rped on tum//blr and it got just too much. It was almost always exclusive (which I can say as I was part of that group), which was a problem enough when the fandom was already such a small space

Johnny MacTavish & Tavish DeGroot my beloveds…

wait actually I’ve become self aware halfway through writing that
I write angst for me and if I want to write Price suffering in 12 different fonts and skill trees I’m allowed to

THEY DESERVE TO BE MARRIED!!!

AAAA Thank you so much 🥹🥹 I'm glad you enjoyed it!!

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Because even those darkest of shadows were part of the John be adored.

His John.
His Captain.
His love.
His everything.

He comforted him this night like he had several before. And would always comfort him for the many to come.

Because he knew in the morning, Price would need to be strong again. Would need to lock up the guilt and grief into a little box int he back of his mind, only letting it unlock in the dead of night when Nik was there.

And Nik would welcome the darkest parts of Price with open arms and a kiss.

The second Price would let himself curl up against his chest, Nik wrapped his arms more firmly around the man— curled around him. A shield. A cracked one, sure, but stalwart and adamant.

Price would fall asleep like that, bawling like the world was ending. Nik would let him.

Nik selfishly wanted to be the reason it remembered.

Large hands massaged Price’s shoulders, coaxing warmth back into goosebumped flesh. Price heaved another sob, the ferocity making the bed shake. Nik pulled him backwards into his chest, humming absently.

“Lean on me, John, there we go.”