#hoouna

[konokalakaua50]

I would like to say this doesn’t bother me, but I am going to be perfectly honest, it does.  What the actual fuck did I do to @hoouna and @lilxlionman to warrant being blocked by them?!  I can’t for the life of me figure this out. 

Yes, I fully understand it’s their right to do so, but I would like an explanation and apparently that’s too much to ask.  I never intended to do anything to them, and if I did I would like to know what it is and how to make amends.

And one of them was someone I considered a friend outside of this forum and that’s what I can’t understand and that’s what bothers me.  If it was someone I didn’t know outside of here?  Okay, fine, that’s all well and good and move on.

Aside from my last post elusively ranting about it (which was not the most mature thing, I get it) I don’t know what it is.  That only leaves something petty and childish.  And apparently neither one of them is capable of acting like a mature adult about it and stepping forward. 

And the second one, well let’s just say at this point I’m glad I didn’t donate some money and help them out when they were in financial need if that’s how they treat people.

So yes, I’m calling it out.  Does this make me petty and childish?  Maybe it does to some, but I’m so done with this high school drama bullshit.

[agentbcbysitter-blog]

             “ see ? chivalry isn’t dead. ”                                             “  i carried you down a mountain ! ”

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[criimeconcierge]

@hoouna

Raymond Reddington hated human traffickers. The only reason he was here, in Hawaii, was to see if he could bring down this ring. Gabriel Kuznetsov, he had somehow managed to broker a deal with the man, but it was all part of a plan to get him to the mainland so the task force could deal with him. But as they sat, chatting about little nonsense, Red caught a reflection, a shine off something like a camera lens. It wasn’t hard to notice the truck. Cutting the meeting a bit short after that, he had Dembe trail the vehicle. 

That night, he’d taken what the man had gathered and was enjoying a Kona longboard out on the back lanai. He wasn’t quiet about it, he’d moved the radio out and was listening to some old big band jazz, watching the water. The sound of the truck pulling up did nothing to deter him from eating the meal he’d cooked with what he’d found in the fridge--there was enough for a second serving. 

“Commander McGarrett, come in, I’ve made some Coq a Vin if you’d like some. I was surprised you had all the ingredients, frankly.” 

[ruginite]

OKAY 

i FOUND a replacement for Lazarus.

Typio Form Recovery (the other one was just....not good and complicated) It’s very easy to use. You just have to click the icon in the top corner of chrome whenever u need to get to something it recovered. Then copy the text and paste it back into your tumblr text box. :D

[livedforwards]

hoouna replied to your post: kono, leaning against the wall: everyone i work...

What did I ever do to you?? :(

On my first day under your command you introduced me to Sang Min. 

[ruthlessmeans]

@hoouna I was thinking of that!!! We should it would be fantastic!!

[the-blackest-spider]

“You two should provide popcorn when you have your couple’s quarrels.” 

@hoouna @jerseysass

[brooklynislandgirl]

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This||Accepting

How d’ya describe a man like Steve MacGarrett?

F’ me... is like... I have known him mos’ of m’ life. Steve an’ Mary migh’ actually be my oldest friends even though we no always got t’spend time t’gether. So is a lil strange now, tryin’ t’ figure out where we stand. How much we change, how much we stay same. Many people frighten’ a Steve an’ more look at him openly lustful.When I see him, I can still see bits a’ da boy I used’a chase, tryin’ hard as I could t’ keep up. But whereas Andy sometimes seemed to not wan’ his lil sister around, Steve welcome me along, whether it was climbin’ trees, or swimmin’ out as far as da tide could take us. Used’a lie on the grass in his yard, da four of us, starin’ up at da stars, an’ make plans. An’ bless his heart, he nevah made fun of me. I t’ink he had a sense a’ justice even back den, an’ I knew no maddah wha’ happen, I could always go to him an’ he’d make it more beddah.

An’ t’ings happen, I know dis. No kine can stay same-same f’evah.

His mom died, no too long aftah ours ~mine an’ Andy’s~ lef’ us. He got send f’da mainland. Him an’ Mary both.

17 years changes a man. 

Da boy I remembah wi’ da forgiving smile an’ hopeful eyes became a man wi’ a hard jaw, an’ mebbe a bruised heart. Dere’s more blood on his hands dan he will evah be comfortable with, an’ his sense of justice is so strong, he’ll sacrifice himself on its altar wi’out a second thought. He’s become so strong, I t’ink he forgets sometimes he needs be soft. Dat is okay t’lay ya burdens down for a lil while, an’ find ya own kine of peace.

But every once in a while, Steve’ll smile. Is a lil tired, a lil ragged around da edges. I can still see da boy I love in him. And he’ll laugh and he’ll pull me into a hug. Walls come down, in dose moments, an’ he’s jus’ as raw an’ vulnerable as I evah been. An’ now is my turn, my turn t’ stay, an’ t’ shelter him as he did f’me so long ago. I’ll stand between him an’ da world long as he need me to. As long as he wants me.