I'd hate to make two posts about tweets in the same month, but you lot need to see this.
Tommy commented on a video where logan promotes prime during him addressing gaza
Logan responsed
Tommy responded
Tubbo, Ranboo, Rosanna Pansino, James Marriot, and Jack Manifold came to Tommy's defence
Logan responded
I think it's important to note that logan closed his replies and purposefully only left these replies
Tommy responded
The entire mcyt community came to his defence like it's 2020/21 or some shit + jacksfilms and rosanna pansino
Logan ended up misunderstanding tubbo's tweet and liked it, thinking it was in support of him. As shown by tubbo on stream
Logan responded
Logan only left this reply in his closed comment section
Tommy sent the final blow so far
It should be noted that at some point, logan posted these and deleted them right after. No one actually knows what he meant. Whether he meant tommy is fruity or sour
Logan privately reached out to tommy
Jacksfilms compares logan to sssniperwolf and rosanna pansino mentions her experience
You all voted yesterday, so Minx is back!
masterpost
this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3
Danny pushed the shirt up and off in one motion. There was the sharp hiss of a breath. Jason closed his eyes.
“Oh Boss, they really did a number, didn’t they?” Danny crooned.
“Sometimes it’s easier to take a hit than dodge,” Jason replied.
“I know.”
Jason hated that Danny knew.
“I’ve got some amazing bruise cream though,” Danny continued. “And luckily none of these have split so we can just do that. Sorry that it’s going to be a bit cold, but I’ll warm it up if I can.”
Jason hummed to show that he heard, but he didn’t talk. He was too afraid that if he talked, he would break the spell in place that was keeping Danny from mentioning all the other scars that lined Jason’s body. He heard a jar open, Danny moving, and then cool cream and hands pressed against his sides. A shudder of a shiver ran through him and then relief. Jason sighed and let his head drop back against the couch.
“Told you it was good,” Danny said smugly. “I took a recipe that another working girl had and tweaked it this through a lot of trial and error. Next time I make some, I’ll make you up a pot too.”
“I won’t turn that down.” Jason wondered if he could even get the recipe. It beat the stuff in the Batcave, which was really saying something, and easily beat the stuff Jason used when he hadn’t raided a Bat safe house recently.
“That’s because you’re not an idiot,” Danny said. “At least not most of the time.”
Jason gave an incredulous little snort. He got no respect in his own damn area.
Just about every other inch of his torso had been dealt with when Danny’s hands finally touched the autopsy scar. Jason flinched. He couldn’t help it.
No one touched it.
“Does this still hurt?” Danny asked, which was an easier question than any of the ones that Jason had been fearing.
“Only in my head,” Jason answered too honestly.
“Okay.” Danny leaned back and started to clean up. “I don’t have anything that will fit you, so you’ll have to go shirtless or put your old one on. If you leave it off, I can toss it in the wash.”
Jason finally opened his eyes and blinked up at the hideous popcorn ceiling and the pink neon like that raked across it. “Wash it, I guess, if you have a dryer too.”
“Yep. First big splurge was to get the units put in,” Danny said. “They’re stuffed in the kitchen, but at least I have them, you know?”
Jason did. “Thanks.”
“Sure. Open up the blue thing, it’s a pill container. Everything’s labeled so take some pain meds, okay?” Danny ordered.
The trash and Jason’s shirt went to the kitchen while Jason did as he was told and tossed back some Advil along more of the drink. Again, Jason was left feeling weird about nudity. He didn’t mind at all being shirtless, other than his scar being out, but there was something oddly intimate about it there in Danny’s apartment.
“Will you be ready to eat or do you need to sit a bit?” Danny asked, interrupting Jason’s thoughts.
Jason shook his head. “No, food would be good. Can I help get it ready?”
Danny tilted his head before shrugging. “Sure. Cabinet to the left of the sink there’s the bowls and stuff. Silverware is in the drawer. You can missing the serving spoons on the counter.”
“Got it,” Jason said and headed through the opening to the kitchen.
It was a tiny room. Two walls were taken up by the cabinets and appliances. Danny’s table, which had only two chairs, was pushed into the corner against the same wall as the door. The only window was over the sink. Despite that, the room felt almost blindingly bright with the pastel pink cabinets, blond butcher block counters, and minty walls.
Or maybe it was the discoball that hung over table that made things blinding.
(Jason tried not to be too distracted by it, he had a job to do.)
Everything was right were Danny had said it would be and he indeed could not miss the old ceramic pot crammed full of spatulas, serving spoons, and the like, so Jason got everything out before he opened the rice cooker to check if it was done. It seemed good enough, so he made a bed of it in the bottom of the bowls. The lid to the crockpot came off next and the small space filled with the smell of spices, meat, stewed vegetables.
“Not bad for barely any work, is it?” Danny asked as he appeared in the kitchen.
“Pretty damn amazing,” Jason corrected as he spooned the goulash like mix over the rice.
“I have water, tea, or some craft beers,” Danny said, arm resting on the fridge door as he frowned into it.
“Water’s fine.”
“Ice?”
“Nah.”
It took a bit of shuffling around each other to get everything and themselves to the table, but nothing spilled so Jason figured it worked. And the food was damn good.
“Thanks,” Jason said, head bent over his bowl. Thanks for the help. The food. The meds. Thanks for caring.
