#(137

[maverick-montana]

Maverick tsked. "Classic. Of course they hate each other." He sighed. "I mean, I guess it's better than a fucking married couple." He rolled his eyes at that; he found it ridiculous that One's Academy would put up a married couple -- as if that wasn't bound to end in absolute disaster. "But not great for the team, I guess. Any talk of a Career Pack?"

“No, totally,” he nodded. “I will definitely be jumping in.” But it was still a little less official, since mentors were technically for strategizing and trainers were for hitting stuff. “That’d be cool, man, thanks. I’m still trying to figure them both out.” He admittedly wasn’t trying that hard. “The girl is super into it— Lyra. Just excited to be here type. I think she’ll be open to advice.” She wasn’t unskilled, but Cain did kind of expect her to get eaten alive in the arena. "The dude's a little..." Cain wasn't exactly sure how to put it. "Feel like he wants to do everything his own way. He doesn't even want advice. Also, they hate each other, so maybe don't try to double up and work with them at the same time."

[prokopetz]

137 is arbitrary. You just got in the habit of using it when you wanted a funny high number and now the expectation that it must come from somewhere is far funnier than stopping.

Do I strike you as the sort of person who'd spend twelve years deliberately encouraging people to pester me about meaningless bullshit for the sake of a bit?

[dailyscug]

[kirbydaily]

fower

[lewoooooo]

Uncle Clark is always worried about BatFam🦇

[valkyriellis]

Jerma Dollhouse

[shakespearian-love]

Utter adoration with you ❦

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Batman #137

[snailspng]

Random PNGs, part 137.

(1. Detail from 19th c. illustration of Buddhist heaven and hell, 2. Fish pottery by Bruce Gholson, 3. Lobster oil lamp, 4. Rat basket netsuke, 5. Wasp nest, 6. Apple with maggots, 7. Sculpture by Shinichi Sawada, 8. Bream fish jaw & teeth, 9. Mask of three-eyed demon)

[daily-xisuma]

[137] Excited for tomorrow :-)

[cress-meadowforge]

The pain had begun to peek through the shield of adrenaline, and Cress rolled her shoulder, swallowing a yelp in her throat as her muscles cried out at the joints. “Flooring can be covered,” she lilted her head to one side, fingers kneading into the slope of her neck. “And traditions are often passed down, aren’t they? Adapted, carried forward—“ She wasn’t sure who had controlled District Zero before, but they seemed to have abandoned it. Cress didn’t care to question if it was by choice. She was merely a grateful carrion bird, left something substantial. It was rare to feel sustained — full — in the present world. “King and Queen, aren’t we? Our tithe will be blood.”

Slate smirked. "Well, I'll admit the concrete floor's not the most comfortable to fight," he said. "But the privacy -- that's not bad." He leaned back on his hands. "And it'd be a shame to let this place just go to waste."

[manhwamuneca]

I've been looking forward to this! Chirpie takedown! Chirpie for the win!

[deer-a-day]

137

cute doodle

[prokopetz]

Saw a number on my dashboard I recognized:

Does 137 for you have relation to Sherlock Holmes?

A lot of people have tried to Sherlock Holmes the significance of the number 137 over the years, but I think you might be the first to literally Sherlock Holmes it.

[greer-morgan]

“If he gets his memory back,” she corrected, because the memory loss had stretched on for five months now without much regained. Mahlon had collected bits and pieces— breadcrumbs of time lost— but the gaps were still monumental in comparison. The doctor had given them benchmarks: days, weeks, months. It seemed like they were quickly approaching the possibility of never.

“In a world with no Games, you’re still hangin’ out with Cain Gunn? The kid have some kinda blackmail on you?” She asked, cracking a smile. “What about Cade? He ain’t around in your hypothetical?”

"Stupid for hoping it could really be over," he said, his tone distant, more reflective than usual. "I mean, what would even do? Without the Games? You'd disappear off to your nice big front porch. Have your baby with Mahlon. Happy family... once he gets his memory back. And I would go back to beating Cain in video games and... I guess just... hanging out." Hers sounded nice, while his didn't sound like much of anything.

[everettcannon]

When he arrived in the Tower, the only thing Everett wanted to do was take a scalding shower and crawl into bed. After everything that had happened, he was glad to be somewhere safe. And yet, he couldn't relax his muscles, couldn't loosen his jaw; he felt tense, terrified in every moment, and in the moments he wasn't terrified, he was... empty.

Not only had he been captured, but he'd spent the months leading up to it watching his fellow soldiers die. After he'd escaped, he'd been taking back to District Two for medical care, had gotten antibiotics to fight off the infections that the Tarrens' shitty medical abilities had left him with. He'd shut the world out during that time, but it was really only a matter of weeks before he had to return to the Tower.

He'd been avoiding Cade, tight-lipped on the phone and refusing to let him come to Two. He felt like a shadow of himself, and he wasn't sure if Cade would recognize this new person, shell-shocked and worn thin by the war, by what had happened to him. So he made a bee-line for his room, for his shower, and turned the water as hot as it would go before getting in.

@cade-bentley