Why do some writers on Tumblr think so highly of themselves? Why does the number of follows (I hate that word) you have make you such assholes?
So you have a large number of likes or re-blogs, or a bunch of asks it means nothing if you are a terrible person. I have seen so many mutual authors treating their Followers like shit and “oh my gosh I have too many asks so I am deleting them” (My asks are packed at the moment with a project I have but I answer at least one a day).
Why is it because you are an author you won’t look at another author who writes something better/worse/similar to what you write? I read and review what ever work I find and enjoy. What ever my Followers Readers and FRIENDS send me I read and tell them everything I like about it.
I am by no means anyone special my followers FRIENDS fluctuate daily I watched 1,115 go down to 1,114 and does that number matter to me? No. Am I a good writer hell no, would I trade my respect for my readers for talent? No.
I say it all the time, even if no one read my stories I would be hear writing everyday. I know how old one of you is but you are both acting like spoiled children.
I am trying everything to show my online FRIENDS that I care about them and I read what they write and I respect what they have to say. I listen and respond to almost everything. (Sometimes notifications don’t come through and I can miss one or two things).
Do you go around bragging about how many followers you have? Will you tell your grand children ‘Back in my day I had 1k, 10k, 100k followers’? Because if you do have fun with that it’s like high school once your gone labels and popularity don’t matter?
Think about this:
If the internet around the world died tomorrow, what would you be doing? would you still be trying to get famous? Because I would still be writing as I always do everyday. Because I LOVE to WRITE and no number of followers will change that.
To the two different authors, who have been so rude lately, I won’t name nor unfollow you. Because you have great work and I can respect a fellow artist. I can guarantee I have praised your work before and will be refraining from leaving anything more than a like or re-blog (you don’t deserve my kind words if you don’t respect others). Treat people how you want to be treated.
REBLOG this because I want them to see this. Or copy and paste it, I don’t care write your own message if you want. I am not doing this to gather a following I am doing this to raise awareness. Readers shouldn’t be treated like nobodies.
This little blurb is for my darling @t-starkasm who sent me this picture of a very obvious Smitten Kitten!!
So I added another little bit to the ORIGINAL STORY to include this darling little scene!!!
Enjoy!!
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The ringtone of Steves phone completely interrupted the mission briefing, and absolutely made Agent Coulsons jaw drop.
“Who let the dogs out? Who who who who! Who let the dogs out?”
“Oh my god.” His face flamed red and he scrambled to mute it. “I am so sorry, Agent Coulson, Colonel Rhodes, its um---”
“Captain Rogers.” Rhodey was trying his damnest to keep the snmirk off his face. “Captain Rogers.” he cleared his throat. “Would I be correct in assuming that Seargent Barnes is the one calling you right now?”
“I--I--” the Lion shifter swallowed back a growl of annoyance. “My mate changed my ringtone, I apologize.”
“Sorry, but Seargent Barnes chose that as his ringtone?” Agent Coulson asked in that quietly, polite way of his. “Seargent Barnes, the Alpha Wolf shifter?”
“Not that mate. My other mate, Tony.” he breathed a deep sigh. Tony had changed his ringtone because hed been upset Steve couldnt stay with him all day today. Not that Steve had wanted to spend his whole day locked in the conference room talking about missions and personell. No he would much rather be snuggled up in bed with both his mates. He missed Tony and Bucky so much he nearly ached. He needed a break from all this. A break from being Captain America. A break from being Steve. He needed to just be Bucky and Tonys mate, and let them take care of him.
Steve shook his head and pushed those thoughts away. He had been feeing down for weeks now and didnt really know what to do about it.
“If you’ll excuse me.” he said politely. “I need to take this.”
“Ah. Of course.” Coulson said with a little smile. “By all means, take your mates call.”
“Thank you. Just a few minutes.” Steve stepped into the hallway and opened his phone. “Bucky, I swear to god. You know I am in a meeting, I will muzzle your--”
“911, Steve.” Buckys voice was stressed, nearly a whine. “911, our room. Its Tony.”
“Oh shit.” Steve only stepped into the conference room long enough to snatch his shield, and took off running, no apology or explanation or anything.
“ I havent been around the compound much since this all happened.” Coulson commented mildly. “Does this sort of thing--”
“Tony is the most high maintenance person in the world. Also the most high maintence shifter. Steve and Bucky have their hands full all the time.”
“Tony only weighs eighty pounds.” Coulson raised his eyebrows and Rhodey just started laughing.
“Phil. You literally have no idea how much of a handful Tony can be.”
“Isnt his shifter form a cat?”
“Phil. You have no idea.” The colonel collapsed back into his chair, shoulders shaking.
“But both Rogers and Barnes are Alpha--”
“Phil.” Rhodey was full on cackling now, wiping his tears away. “You have no idea.”
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“Tony!” Steve was yelling, racing up the stairs, tearing into a partial shift as he went, a snarl burning in his throat at the thought of something happening to either of his mates, but especially Tony. Perfect, tiny, little smitten Tony who needed to be held and cuddled and protected and--
The door burst inwards when he smashed into it shield first and skidded to a stop.
“Bucky, mate, are you--is everything--” His shield hit the ground with a clang. “Bucky, are you kidding me?”
“Shush.” Bucky hadnt even turned to look at him yet, kneeling on the floor and staring at their big bed. He was partial shifted, ears and claws out, tail wagging furiously. “Look at him.”
“Oh my god.” Steve dropped onto the ground next to him, his claws retracting as he pulled his Lion back. “Oh, honey, look at him.”
“I know.” Bucky reached and laced their fingers together, his claws scraping over Steves palm. “Our mate is the cutest.”
“God, hes the cutest.”
Tony, fully shifted into his tiny fierce eight pound cat, was curled in the center of their giant bed, little face buried inside his Iron Man mask.
“What is he doing?” Steve dropped his voice into a whisper, leaning closer to his mate, enjoying the physical contact after being apart all day. “Why is he--”
“FRIDAY says Tony had a rough day, didnt want to face anything so he shifted and crawled into his helmet and fell asleep.”
“Sweet, perfect thing.” Steve said sympathetically. “Why didnt he call us?”
“We were busy.” Bucky offered and Steve snorted.
“Thats not a valid reason. He knows he can talk to us anytime.” Steve shifted even closer, leaning his head against Buckys shoulder and Bucky sent him a side-smile.
“You need to be held Steve? Get your Lion ass over here.” The wolf shifter slipped his left arm over Steves shoulder and tugged him against his chest. “You know you dont have to ask, sugar, come on.”
“Thanks.” Steve mumbled. It was still difficult for him, even after being mated for a month to both Tony and Bucky, to admit when he needed to be held, when he needed Bucky to be the Alpha and take care of him. “So...Tony. What are we doing about Tony.”
“Sure. Changing the subject is fine. Not that Ive noticed that the past few weeks have been hard on you and want to be there for you.” Bucky nuzzled into his hair affectionately. “I think we need to climb on that bed and cuddle our mate. He obviously needs some loving to make it through today, and you do too.”
“Im fine.” Steve protested, but he definitely pressed his face tighter into Buckys chest.
“Sure.” Bucky comforted. “Sure. Up on the bed, honey. Partial shift for me, let me see those pretty gold eyes. Let your Lion out and Ill hold you.”
Steve promptly obeyed, pulling his shirt up and over his chest and letting the partial shift take him, eyes shading to gold and Bucky growled in approval watching the muscles ripple under all that perfect skin.
“Beautiful.” he said, and Steve flushed a little, crawling up on the bed and lying down next to Tony.
The cat meowed a sleepily, little paws twitching, and Bucky nearly melted. “God, hes precious.”
“So precious.” Steve echoed, and ran his hand gently over Tonys soft fur. “You ok, sweetheart? Having a rough day?”
Another little meow that sounded more like a whimper, and Bucky was stripping off his clothes, shfiting further into his Wolf and following his mate onto the bed, curling his big body around both Steve and the tiny cat.
“Hey, sweet thing.” he crooned. “Want to tell us whats wrong? Want to take the mask off and let us hold you?”
There was a long moment of just silence, then Tony slid away from the mask slowly, scooting across the bed until he was lying between their chests, curled into a little ball.
“There you are.” “Aw, little darling, whats wrong?” “Talk to us, honey.” “We’re right here, both of us.” “We love you, Tony.” “Our perfect little shifter. “Perfect, pretty little kitty.”
Tony sighed and stretched a little, then closed his eyes and started purring happily. Bucky glanced up and smiled into Steves golden eyes.
“Come here.” he tugged at him and Steve pressed closer, nearly squishing Tony between them as he tucked his head under Buckys chin, breathing in the comforting scents of both his mates. “Thats good.” Bucky murmured comfortingly, his big arms circling both of them. “My mates. Mine. I love you both. So much.”
Tony purred louder then, and Steve definitely wasnt purring, but the Lion shifter was definitly rumbling in a soft purr-y kind of way, and Bucky just smiled and held them both a little closer, a little tighter.
Both his mates were perfect.
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Tony woke up sandwiched between his two mates, and happy as hell. He had told FRIDAY specifically to not let them know hed been having a bad day, but he was absolutely thrilled they had found him. Nothing was better than waking up with both his mates in bed with him, Buckys arms keeping them safe.
“Bucky.” he whispered. “Mate.”
“Mate.” Bucky replied sleepily and dropped his head to press a long kiss to his lips. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Better now.” Tony snuggled closer into the big Alpha.
“You should have called us. We could have come sooner.”
“You were busy.” Tony said with a shrug, and behind him Steve nuzzled his neck.
“Dont hide from us, Tony.” Steve cuddled up against him, laying soft kisses on his shoulders. “Not us.”
“Never us.” Bucky smiled. “Even though, seeing you wearing your mask was the cutest thing Ive ever seen. Ever. And sweet thing, I have seen alot of cute kittens and puppies and you are the cutest.”
“Bucky.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Tony, his tail was wagging so fast it was like looking at a labrador instead of a several hundred pound Alpha level shifter Wolf who had called me in a panic crying 911.”
“Did you call Steve in a panic?” Tony was trying not to laugh because Bucky looked just horribly affronted that Steve had told on him.
“It was just-- you were so adorable. Tony, baby, my little kitten, so cute.” The Alpha shifter growled. “Mine. My litte shifter.” He glanced over at Steve. “Both of you. Mine.”
“Yours.” Tony whispered.
“Yours.” Steve repeated, his voice a little rough.
“Tony, if you’re alright, I think our mate needs some extra love today.” Bucky said with a soft smile and Tony leaned up to kiss him lightly before flipping over and jumping on Steve, raining kisses all over his face and neck, wiggling against him happily.
“Tony!” Steve was laughing, big hands resting on Tonys bare hips. “Honey, Im fine.”
“Are you?” Buckys voice had dropped into that low rumble that he only used in bed with his mates. and Steves eyes bled to gold. “Because I feel like you need some love.”
He bent over Steve and slotted their lips together, humming in encouragement when Steve whined a little, and started panting.
“I love when he makes that noise.” Tony said, looking up from licking and kissing down Steves chest. “That little desperate...”
“I know.” Bucky kissed him again, and laced a hand through Tonys dark hair, pushing him down lower. “Use your mouth, sugar, he loves that. Open those pretty lips.”
“Fuck.” Steve groaned when Tony grinned and licked his lips.
“Hold him down.” he instructed. “He gets all jumpy during blowjobs.”
“Its perfect.” Bucky said soothinly when Steve flushed red. “Everything both of you do is perfect. I love you. My mates.”
“My mates.” Tony whispered and squeezed Buckys hand.
“I love you. “ Steve started to say. “My ma---!!!” his voice shot to a shriek and Bucky kissed him so he wouldnt laugh, just because the way Steve reacted was so perfect, and the little giggle Tony gave was so perfect, and everything about life with his feline mates was... purrrrfect.
