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disappearinginq · 4 years

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Really? You're still hung up on comparing Magnum and Higgins to your famaily even though that annoymous poster explained to you, over and over, all the ways you're wrong? Being sarcastic and insulting someone is not the same thing as being sarcastic to express affection. You're b-i-l is a dick who picks on your sister's insecurities and makes her feel worthless. Higgins pokes at things that Magnum is secure in, like his intelligence, because she knows there's no chance of him being offended

(2/3) I have family and friends in the UK and every single time you ignore all the evidence to the contrary and insist that Higgins is this awful toxic creature, you're insulting every one of them. Honestly? You're just as bad as the shippers you profess to hate, only, where they insist there's non-existant romantic feelings, you insist there's non-existent offense being given. None of the men are bothered or upset by her sarcasm. They've made room for her in their ohana. They adore her.

(3/3)

And she has killed, and nearly died, to keep Magnum safe. That's not the sort of thing someone would do for someone they don't give a flying fuck about. You seem like a really intelligent person and I just don't understand why you insist on ruining this show for yourself by clinging to this wildly incorrect first impression instead of letting your opinion develop the way her character and relationship with the three guys has.

Oh, there is probably some etiquette where I’m not supposed to stoop to your level and ignore this with a “toddle off” and a peace sign so that I can be the more sympathetic in this conversation, buuuuuut. I am not the kind of person. So. One, sit the fuck back down, buttercup. From here on out, you’re Exhibit Fucking A why I goddamn despise shippers. And here’s the biggest one: do I come in your space at all? Do I, oh, I don’t know, specifically go and find you assholes, just to pick a fight on anonymous, like a goddamn coward? No. I don’t troll fics tagged with Miggy, telling the authors to fuck off an die (which you lot have done to me). I don’t go onto a server and bitch them out to others (which you lot have done to me) and then incite people to come and go after the people who don’t share my view (WHICH YOU LOT HAVE DONE TO ME. DO YOU SEE A FUCKING PATTERN, YOU GODDAMN TWAT WAFFLE?) So you know what, fuckwit? Drop dead. Come off fucking anonymous so people can see who you really are. Be brave, you little insect. And I swear to fucking christ almighty, your little bitch ass better not come back with ‘I don’t have a Tumblr account, so I can’t boo hoo).

Two. Vix and I are friends. Unless you can’t read and interpret the English language, which you seem to do just fucking fine, you would see that. In fact, you can credit her why I try really hard to rationalize some of Higgins’s behavior (and then either dipshits like you, or the writers themselves, make it impossible and I have to remember Vix and her wonderful insight). In case you didn’t fucking read, she is also the one who commented on the utter horse shit story lines we’re being fed, so there goes your leg to stand on. We had our discussion, we came to a shared, fascinating insight that the other one had to offer, and she’s the reason I leave anonymous commenting on, because as much as I would love to set you on fire, I love hearing from her more. So pitter pat, jackass, back to your hidey hole.

Three. I’m sure I could be much more eloquent about telling you just how much I despise you on a fundamental level, but I am actually too fucking pissed off. But good news - you’re apparently pretty confident in your position, so this won’t insult you when I call you a cowardly ass - unless, you’re on anonymous because I have you blocked, which means you wanted this. “ I have family and friends in the UK and every single time you ignore all the evidence to the contrary and insist that Higgins is this awful toxic creature, you're insulting every one of them.”

- I’m sorry, but do you even see the fucking irony in this. Oh BOO GODDAMN HOO, a person complains about a character and shit fucking writing from the show because they have her character fucking weave back and forth like a goddamn weeble wobble, and they get personally offended and I should stop because their feelings are hurt second hand? That’s basically what you’re saying - I hate this character, and therefore I hate them. If they behave like Higgins, you’re probably not wrong, but what the hell do they care what I think - someone who has never met them? That’s what we’re drawing from this. In the same complaint that you have that I IDENTIFY WITH THEM, BUT IT’S WRONG ACCORDING TO YOU BECAUSE IT’S NEGATIVE? Eat shit and die. What I hate about the writing is that if you say fucking boo to Higgins, she canonically pouts for a whole fucking episode instead of manning up and using her not insignificant vocabulary. When it was someone else who needed less than legal means to get into this country, she refused to help, but now when it’s her turn, oh fine let’s break some federal goddamn laws. When a character, or a person, can’t take what they dish out, that’s the definition of a hypocrite. When the rules are played different to benefit a white person over a brown person, that’s white privilege. And eventually, you have to fucking learn to not be an asshole - even John Watson hits a threshold and punches Sherlock in the face for being a douchebag.

Four. My sister is in fact incredibly intelligent. She holds duel bachelors of science, and a masters in technology and is a card carrying member of MENSA. She is very confident in her intelligence. But being told repeatedly that you’re an idiot, it’s a wonder you can speak your own language, how could you be so dumb, you’re lazy, you’re freeloading, you’re whatever, but then turn around and be like ‘why would you be insulted? Obviously I didn’t mean it!’ that’s fucking gaslighting.

Five. HOW WOULD WE KNOW HOW THE GUYS FEEL ABOUT HER SINCE THEY’RE ROUTINELY NOT EVEN IN THE SAME GODDAMN STORYLINE AS HER AND MAGNUM?! You wanna know what though? I want to like Higgins. I do. Because when the writing isn’t fucking terrible and making her out like a classist bitch, I love her. When she’s cracking jokes at the poker table? When she’s losing at pool with TC and Rick? When she’s got that funny little smile on her face because she’s so proud she surprised Magnum when she came to get him with the guys when he was stuck down in Triple Frontier? In the episode where they’re on the bus tour and she is the one who offers to go and confront the woman to tell her that her new husband is dead because she takes one look at Magnum and sees that this hits a little too close to home? I love her. Because the writing isn’t terrible, she’s actually human, and it isn’t a story line that isn’t one of the worst tropes to ever exist (really, did you miss the three thousand memos of I hate romance and romantic sub plots and tropes? Fake dating, fake marriage, I literally hate all of it, and they just made it worse by having it make no sense whatsoever in the narrative other than to play Shipping Bingo check off) I actually like her.

And then some little shit like you comes along, and I go right back to hating her, because of the things you choose to ignore, and the things you choose to defend. If you don’t have to acknowledge her faults, I don’t have to acknowledge her strengths. TL;DR? Eat a dick and die, Nonny fuckwit.

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kahnah23 · 7 years

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Prompt V

Last prompt for my patrons over at Patreon!

99 - “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” Gavin/Michael (brotherly) maybe Ryan and Gavin got into an argument?

Lamp Halo AU

Michael drove around the corner with screeching tires, which wasn't planned, but it made for a good entrance. In the backseat Ray nearly flopped over but sat back up in the same movement, like a Weeble. He hadn't even looked up from his phone, only doing so when they finally stopped.

Michael didn't turn off the engine, just looked up and waited.

After a moment, the front door of the apartment building opened and Gavin hurried out. His face was flushed in anger which was rare enough; he didn't even smile when he saw them. He looked like he was running away, and sure enough Ryan appeared behind him just a heartbeat later.

His face was also drawn in rage and Michael couldn't hear what he said, but it made Gavin turn around and yell back.

Gripping the wheel tighter, Michael forced himself to stay seated and not rush out there to kick Ryan's ass. He would do it, he could do it!

But he stayed where he was as Gavin opened the door and let himself fall into the seat.

"Drive," was all he grunted, giving no greeting otherwise.

He really was pissed then.

With an angry huff, Michael began driving again, but he could clearly see Ray in the back giving Ryan the finger. Good.

Ryan should know by now that if he messed with one of them, he had to face all three.

Not that Michael knew what the fight was about, but that didn't matter.

It must have been bad, otherwise Gavin wouldn't have asked them to come. He never had before and the silence was loaded between them.

Next to him Gavin was shaking with rage, uncontrollably and forceful, and it was a rare sight on the best of days. The handful times that Michael had seen it before it had quickly turned into guilt.

He didn't want that happening today; anger was way easier to handle.

"You can sleep at our place if you want," Ray peeped up from the back, and it diffused the silence a little.

"Thanks, Ray," Gavin said and even smiled. It wasn't honest and his lips wobbled a little, but it was an attempt. "But I'll probably just get a place on my own. I'll buy a fucking mansion!"

"Do I get a room in your mansion?"

"Ray, you'll get three and an extra bathroom."

"Sweet." Ray turned back to his phone as if his job was done now, but it actually made Gavin huff amusedly so maybe it was a success.

"You wanna go looking for that now or should I stop anywhere else on the way?" Michael asked.

"You know what? I am bloody hungry."

"Taco Bell?"

Ray made the choice as he started hollering in excitement and with a snort Michael turned left. Taco Bell was always fine with him.

It didn't take long until the mood shifted and Gavin deflated. Even though Michael saw that coming he didn't know what to say, but again Ray beat him to it.

Leaning forward, Ray wrapped his arms around Gavin's shoulders and squeezed.

"If you're not in the mood for your taco, I can eat it for you if that makes you feel better."

Gavin scoffed and reached up to touch Ray’s hand. He didn’t answer though and when Michael glanced over, he could see that he was battling with his emotions. Probably already doubting himself, searching for his own fault in the fight, and Michael hated that he always did that.

Sure, Gavin could be an asshole, but he wasn’t one to start fights; fuck, Michael was pretty sure the other feared them, most of all with Ryan, and a few years ago there wouldn’t have been a fight in the first place because Gavin wouldn’t even raise his voice no matter how unfair his guardian was.

It was a good sign that he did that now, at least Michael was pretty sure of that.

But who was he to talk? He didn’t fight like they did. The times he and Jack argued were rare and Jack didn’t get loud and certainly didn’t call him names or stupid or whatever.

It made anger churn in Michael’s stomach to think about how often that had happened to Gavin before. All those times he didn’t even know about.

He barely noticed that he stopped at a traffic light, but it gave him the time to grasp the wheel tightly enough to turn his knuckles white.

He hated it!

He hated that Gavin acted like it wasn’t as bad and he hated that he couldn’t do shit about it! If he could, he would keep Gavin at their place all the time!

And it wasn’t like he hated Ryan, not really. Ryan was fun to be around, on missions or just like that, and sometimes he caught glimpses how he and Gavin were having fun, but maybe Ryan wasn’t meant to have a Gunslinger.

No, that wasn’t quite it.

Ryan wasn’t fit to have a child around, and that was also the reason why Gavin went back to him. He wasn’t a child, he was a Gunslinger, and considering everything he had it good. Surely there were Gunslingers out there who were abused way worse than them.

That didn’t make it right.

“I don’t care what Ryan said,” he said, had to push out each syllable through clenched teeth. Gavin turned towards him, he could see it in the corner of his eye, but he couldn't take his eyes from his own hands grasping the wheel and not bashing in some skull mask.

“I don’t give a fuck about what he said to you because it doesn’t mean shit!” he nearly bellowed, and he was shaking. Ripping his gaze away, he looked up and saw Gavin staring at him wide eyed.

Ray was still nuzzling his shoulder, his arms tightening protectively. He was also watching Michael, but there was a spark of something in his eyes.

Oh, if Michael would go out and get Ryan right now he would have a silent shadow following him around for sure.

It made him grin and he looked back to Gavin, hoping he’d find the same in his face, but the other was already turning away.

Michael reached over the console to grasp his arm when someone honked behind them.

Fuck, the traffic light was green but he didn’t have the time for that and instead squeezed Gavin’s arm.

“I’m serious,” he continued. “Fuck Ryan. Fuck all of this!”

Gavin just continued to gaze at his knees, and Michael wanted to rip him out of that, wanted Gavin to agree with him, but then there was a knock on his window.

Middle aged white mom with a blonde pixie cut, looking like she wanted to smell the top of their car by the way she held her nose up.

Michael wondered if he’d ever pulled his gun quicker than in that moment, but it was worth her shocked face.

“A problem, lady?” he asked, and she disappeared as quickly as she had appeared. “Figured.”

When he turned back around Gavin was smiling at him and that eased him a little.

“Thank you,” he muttered and Michael nodded. He put the gun away and waited as the Sedan passed by them before he began driving.

“Taco Bell?” Ray asked, and this time it made Gavin laugh out loudly.

Ray looked way too smug about that as he finally let him go and slumped back into the backseat.

Rolling his eyes, Michael let it go. For now.

“Fucking Taco Bell, alright.”

#best brothers if I say so myself #prompts #Lamp halo

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