Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.
"No, this is specifically for you, take it."
When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.
Fuck.
He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.
He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.
The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.
You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.
"What's got you so cheery?"
You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.
"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.
He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.
You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.
"Yea,"
"I liked it."
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i just want to make a tiny mention of this, but i've noticed lately that even excluding asks i'm starting to struggle to stay on top of responding to everything. i'm not sure if there's been an uptick in interactions (i think so), or if it's just that my cfs is kicking my ass more (it's also this)
and i'm so so grateful and i read and love every comment and engagement, but i can't always think of things to say in response! i also get very nervous if i leave something a few days without responding because i then feel kind of embarrassed to respond to it so late 😭💦
i'll still continue to do my best to get back to everyone where i can, but if i don't respond it's nothing personal! i'm just a little swamped haha 😅
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Galladrabbles: Jello
So thanks @galladrabbles and @squirrel-fund for the prompt. I keep thinking about how in the 90's how people gave molds of jello as welcome gifts. At least, according to that episode of Rugrats they did.
Jello
They’ve been in the apartment for a little over a week. Some of the neighbors have been more welcoming than others, which, Ian understands. It’s a pandemic, after all. When the bell rings, Ian half expects it to be Lip.
“Hi there!” An older couple waves. “We’re from the floor above! Here!” She’s smiling, her giving a weak grin. In her hands is a mold of jello, the colors rainbow. “Feel free to keep the dish!” She says cheerfully.
“The fuck is that?” Mickey asks when Ian shuts the door.
“Our upstairs neighbors gave us jello as a welcome gift.”
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in regards to the Roundsey situation, the multiaccounting wasn't exclusively in the past it was because of comparatively recent activity. it was actually slightly unrelated to the mentioned funneling it seems like
the active winning account was made in 2022. here is the part of the user's tumblr post that explains everything, I have underlined the relevant parts
1) there was funneling between the user's old accounts in 2017
2) the user made a new account (the winning account) in 2022 after losing access to the old ones— but, about a month later, the user regained access and sent a dragon to the new account from an old one, in 2022
3) this cr linked the new account to the old ones (and regardless of old funneling or not, this user still would have had the accounts locked because there were multiple accounts and a dragon was sent from the old ones to the new one)
this isn't meant to be accusatory (because this is all explained in that post), I think it just. gives a more complete image of the situation that I think some people have missed despite all the information being available. the user's accounts weren't closed over old funneling (maybe partially), but because of multiaccounting in general— with activity linking the accounts as recently as 2022. I believe regardless of whether funneling occurred, if the user was still caught the accounts would have been closed regardless
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