⛈ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘʀᴏɴᴇ

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY ! let’s take this as a reminder that no matter what you identify as, no matter if you’re out of the closet or not, no matter if you’re still questioning, all of you are incredibly loved and i am so damn proud of you.

＂ aw, now tristan. that's no way to talk to your adoring public. i'm assuming those bitches pay your bills sorta-kinda. ＂ the thought of being the reason someone else was told to fuck off was appealing, but not quite appealing enough to give the idea his approval. the second part of tristan's comment, however, he'd be sure to avoid like the plaque, so scooching even further out of the way for any other potential photo-takers was moved to the very front of his priority list. he'd just be sure to look extra annoyed while doing it, so they really understood how 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 the whole thing was. ＂ so when you say it doesn't happen as much as i think, how often are we talkin' here ? it's not my business, but when has that ever stopped me before. ＂

“sorta kinda,” he laughed, “but they’re used to it by now.” never paid much attention to the fan comments, but had seen enough to know they all referred to him as something of a black cat; thought it was perfectly in his nature to tell them to fuck off in the mood struck. and chances were, the mood would strike any minute now if this kept up. “hm…” a small shrug to his shoulders as he reached into his shirt pocket to pull out a cigarette, “usually if i get recognized at all, it’s like once and they’re chill about it. if i had t’put a number on it? maybe once a week tops.” and even that felt generous, knew there were weeks where he was able to navigate the world like he used to; could leave the comforts of his apartment without having a single thought about being spotted. “so, not super often or whatever, more like once in a while.”

tristan glanced up from his phone, head tilted, a soft hum escaping him as he did so. “want me t’try an’ fix it? i’m pretty handy.”

fun fact, i don’t have a functional spacebar atm so… i’ll be back, when i’m back lmao

still haven’t gotten the spacebar fixed yet (money, y’know??) AND i’m about to travel and then launch into a packed af work week. i’ll be back when i can be because … the desire to do threads is uNREAL. but in the mean time pls pls pls hmu for my discord, i’m a million times more active there anyway!!

sTILL NO SPACEBAR B U T !!! BORROWING MY BESTIE’S LAPTOP UNTIL I GET HOME. IF YOU’RE COOL WITH THREADS WITH NO ICONS LMK!!!

fun fact, i don’t have a functional spacebar atm so… i’ll be back, when i’m back lmao

still haven’t gotten the spacebar fixed yet (money, y’know??) AND i’m about to travel and then launch into a packed af work week. i’ll be back when i can be because ... the desire to do threads is uNREAL. but in the mean time pls pls pls hmu for my discord, i’m a million times more active there anyway!!

“find myself askin’ that same question just about every day,” he mused, a gentle nod in understanding. hadn’t intended for bear to suddenly become a makeshift photographer for the myriad of fans they’d passed on their way, honestly hadn’t even been expecting to be recognized —- wasn’t as if he was a household name. was doing well for himself, yes, but felt when it came to being in public on a select few knew who he was, let alone would bother to come up to him and say something. he offered bear a small shrug, too busy being content in his presence to sweat the small stuff. “doesn’t happen as much as you’d think, this is kinda unusual.” not that it never happened, but definitely not this much. “next time i’ll nicely tell ‘em to fuck off, don’t worry. unless you wanna show up linked t’me on a tabloid, then we can take all the pictures you want.”

seven minutes in hell where you beat the shit out of each other. in a closet

“you should be the bigger person” absolutely not. i’m cursing his entire bloodline.