here’s the post I said I’d make where I @ people and tell them I’m at my new url (and then tumblr only tells about 30% of the people the first time...........) 

(i’m the mun from these urls btw: ficjhtclub / withaconscience / mrf34r ) 

@mrf34r​ said: " tell me what happened. " — teen!Marty

[ x - accepting ]

He’d been out of school for a week, not because he was sick but because he was trying to figure out what to do about the broken arm he had. In the end, under the guise of perfect mother and son, with a story that no one should believe they went to the hospital, and he now had a fresh cast on his arm. “Do you want the story we told the doctors, or the truth?”

@mrf34r​ sent [ pay ] — Mr Robot, waving Eddie’s cash out of the way. “No, I’m buying your stupid drink. Here.” — hands the cashier his card —

NONSEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE

“Hey - I can pay for my own drink.” He’s got a job now and while it’s mostly free-lance, he’s got a steady income and it isn’t as if drinks are expensive. However, the other seems intent on buying him his drink.

aesthetic for @mrf34r​

[ touch starved - x - accepting - @mrf34r ]

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc.

The hand on his shoulder made him incredibly uncomfortable. He hadn’t expected it from Elliot. He frowned, and looked at the hand briefly before moving slightly to male Elliot stop touching him. There were a few people who were allowed to touch him. And even if he was friends with Elliot, Elliot was not one of those people. Maybe eventually, but not today. “Can I help you?” he asked, because that made sense, obviously.

As the world at large became more optimistic, Dom grew less so. She was a shell of her former self and damn, did she feel like one. At least the crying had stopped. “I’m sorry, Jamie,” despite herself, Dom still tried to perform what she’d lost and laughed into her phone. “You want a what for Christmas?” She listened to him repeat himself as she walked the streets of Chinatown. He spoke loud and clear, as much as a four year old could anyway.

 He wanted a Tyrell Wellick action figure. Of course those existed. Jamie quickly stipulated, before Dom could respond, that the action figure had to be an exclusive and authentic E Corp figure. He wouldn’t settle for anything else. “I... will see what Santa can do.” She didn’t make any promises.

 She didn’t want to buy him a fucking Tyrell Wellick poseable action figure. She didn’t care that it had recorded Swedish catchphrases. If she saw one in the streets, she’d take a lighter to it and burn it like the evil it was. That being said, Dom was definitely going to buy it for little Jamie. This Dark Army gig was what was keeping her family alive. There’d be no point in compromising herself if absolutely no one was benefiting from this. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Dom held the phone, pressed against her shoulder and her ear, opening the front door to the apartment building and entering. “Love you too. G’bye, Jai.” In a swift motion, she hung up and slid her phone in her pocket. Dom made her way up to the fourth floor. She stopped in front of one of the apartment doors, opened her palm and slammed it on the door three times. “Elliott Alderson, open up. It’s ASAC DiPierro.” Yes, the Dark Army had been swift with granting Dom a promotion. All the more money to buy Tyrell Wellick dolls with. Hurray.

“I don’t have all day, Mr. Alderson. I have a habit of kicking in doors when I’m impatient.”