After eight years and a lot of tears, you and I are fucking done. You may have backed off your account deletion shenanigans, but we both know it's only a temporary step in your slow, inexorable slide into further douchitude. I know you probs don't care that I'm dating your cooler, more inclusive relative who can, like, do more shit? But let me put this in terms you can understand: I'm paying an $11 premium to not have to deal with your assholery. I know. $50! A year! And I'll probably end up paying for other accounts, too!
It's more than you were ever able to weasel out of me.
(So, yeah, over at quigonejinn from now on. As time and ability permit, I'll start re-working the fic to be hosted over there.)