#ANNIES GOING THROUGH IT !!!!

[deimosatellite]

whenever i see people talking abt hannibal and other tragic batshit gay people media im like

[jkvjimin]

PARK JIMIN + dominating the stage with his aura (cr. namuspromised, jung-koook) | [template]

happy birthday, annie! @kimtaegis 💜

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

“we can have a candlelight vigil like lesbians on the news!!!” episode 2 and annie “girlkisser” edison is already longing for bits of that wlw lifestyle. I know what you are

[literaryspinster]

Jordan and Marie better be treated like Hughie and Starlight. The occasional disagreement and lots of outside conflict but still together and happy several seasons in.

[anna-proxx]

Arthur Morgan kissing your forehead as you fall asleep because ever since you learned about his sickness, you barely let yourself close your eyes in fear of missing out on the short time you still had together.

Arthur Morgan asking Charles to look after you when he’s gone.

Arthur Morgan praying to God, though he was never religious, to keep you safe when he can’t protect you anymore.

Arthur Morgan hiding his face and turning away from you because he thinks he’s even uglier than before, no matter how many times you tell him that he’s still the most beautiful person in the world to you (even with death signing its name on his body).

Arthur Morgan apologizing to you over and over again when you beg him to rest and put himself first, to move to a dry place where his condition doesn’t get worse.

Arthur Morgan letting you hold him tightly for hours while you cry because you hope that maybe if you hold him tightly enough, not even death can snatch him away from you.

Arthur Morgan begging you to move on after he passes away so that you can be happy and find someone to have a family with that he couldn’t give you.

Arthur Morgan secretly crying when he’s alone because he longs for more time with you, because he dreamed of growing old with you.

Arthur Morgan remembering your smile and loving eyes as he watches his last sunrise.

[lenoreamidala]

finnick x annie

[literallymikewheeler]

thinking about how annie had to plan a funeral for finnick only a few weeks after their wedding.

[wexhappyxfew]

crash landings and all

(a/n): to my annie x brady girlies, here is the piece i’ve since promised and since fallen in love with!!! featuring annie, brady, coffee cups and the rising sun + some heartfelt talks about reality. and of course all those emotions annie doesn’t really need but feels instead. enjoy!

It was 0600 and she couldn't sleep.

But this had been happening far too many times in the past few weeks for her to ignore it and call it nerves, or worry, or any other bothersome symptom that would have one of the girls nudging her and asking her if she was okay.

Which she was, alright?

Or she was at least trying to tell herself that.

When there were mornings without missions, that's usually when she would come and sit out, just outside of the mess hall, and stare out towards where the B-17s sat, silhouetted against the purple and pink skyline as the sun began to appear. She'd usually sit there for about an hour, before she started seeing people moving about, and then she'd disappear inside, grab herself a coffee, avoid one of Major Egan's horrible jokes in the morning, and then be on her way to her crew, or to Silver Bullets, or to anything really - to distract herself, get her mind active, get her brain focused on something other than the worry.

This morning was no different - beautiful as the early dawn was, it was also incredibly reflective. She'd sit in the silence, the only noise the breeze in the trees and past her ears, the birds beginning to wake up and sing. It was usually a lot of her convincing herself things were fine and that everything was okay. That she was okay. But usually that didn't last very long and she was off worrying about one of the girls, or that one damn engine on Silver Bullets, or better yet if Lemmons had screwed that one bolt in enough. It kind of ate her alive at the worst of times.

"Hey." Annie looked up and found, stepping down onto the step, and nestling in beside her was Brady, an outstretched hand with a steaming mug of coffee opposite her, and a tired smile on his face.

"Hey," Annie said, trying to hide her surprise and current spiral that she thought was normally drawn across her face, "you're up early. Thanks." She took the coffee and watched as he settled beside her with a sigh, sipping at his own cup of coffee and glanced her way.

"I could say the same about you." he said back, his voice still waking up it seemed from sleep, knocking her shoulder gently. Annie watched him, the first rays of the morning son painting his face a beautiful golden with his eyes and she nodded.

"Couldn't sleep." she told him honestly, "Haven't been sleeping too well anyway, so. What's not to lose with a sunrise, you know?" Brady watched her for a moment, his lanky knees bent up to his chest, the mug resting on his kneecap and his expression quiet.

"Something worrying you?" he asked her, seemingly the first assumption of many on this base - was something worrying her? The sun would shine and she'd be worried, she'd be sat at a table and someone would cough and she'd think she'd have to get the doctor, someone would come in with a headache and she'd assume the worst. So, yeah, maybe there was something wrong, but she wasn't about to spill that to Brady at 0600 in the morning.

"I just worry about the girls, you know how it is. Making sure people are sleeping, eating, feeling okay, not feeling too homesick they're bedridden. That their letters get sent, get read, they get comforted, listened to." Annie said, "Just making sure they're keeping what smiles they can on their faces." Brady caught her gaze as she glanced his way and she found a small smile lingering on her lips.

"It's just what I have to do. Make sure things work like a well-oiled machine." she told him honestly, sipping at the coffee, "I must say, you know how to make a coffee taste good." Brady smirked slightly, a bit of a laugh escaping his mouth, before he looked at her.

"I'm glad you like it," he told her, his voice tender, "but don't try to worry yourself over your crew. They're a good group of ladies flying a B-17. And they've got a great pilot to lead 'em."

"Thanks, John."

"Just make sure you keep an eye on yourself, alright," Brady said, leaning into her side a bit, causing her to glance his way, "you're a part of that crew and just as important." He spoke with a gentle ease of tone, but equally just as serious, like he was coaxing someone to calm down.

"John Brady, you are full of compliments this morning." Annie said quietly, sipping her coffee and peering at him over the edge of coffee cup, just in time to watch his ears flame red a bit and he gulped and smiled at her.

"I don't lie." he told her and Annie grinned and held his gaze for a moment.

"Humor me then," Annie said and a brief moment of reflection passed over Brady's face, "Croz sort of let it out, about those 'mechanical failures' when he mistook France for England…..what was that about…..?" Annie watched him expectantly and Brady's ears flamed a deeper red to the point it spread to his cheeks.

"Supposedly you covered for Croz, real gentlemanly, too, I must admit." Annie said, "Lying to Major Egan of all people, John Brady, I wouldn't suspect such a thing." Brady chuckled at her words and shook his head.

"I was putting it how it was," Brady said, "God, it was embarrassing though. In front of both Buck and Bucky. Land the plane on its belly, Croz vomiting just below, the thing about to blow up but it doesn't, our first introduction to the base. You do what you gotta do for the crew. I was a bit of a shithead to Croz, but to be flying over France -Nazi-occupied France - it wasn't the most pleasant." Annie smiled, watching him as he spoke.

Knowing how he cared how he flew, how he coped. He was so fluent in what he thought and believed, right and truthful. Caring, gentle, but firm and purposeful in his speech.

"The worst was that belly-landing though," Brady said, shaking his head as he sipped his coffee, "that was horrible." Annie watched as Brady seemed to relive it for a moment. She bit back her lip and then reached a hand forward and placed it on the sleeve of his wrist, the touch warm and welcoming and causing their eyes to meet.

"I crashed an AT-6 when I was doing hours for my license." Annie said - she had never dared to tell a soul such a thing, she wanted to take that to the grave, bury it, hide the humiliation. She'd jumped out of it like she was losing her mind, a lunatic sprinting across the base, with her hair ends crispy and black, her blonde hair suffering from the smoldering smoke, looking more monster than woman in that moment. Not her finest, but it had taught her a whole lot of lessons. Brady watched her for a moment, surprised.

"You?" Brady said with a nod, "Crashed not only a plane, but an AT-6? No, I don't believe you." Annie could get his joking tone pretty solid by this point and instead laughed at his words, leaning back to wrap her slightly cold fingertips around the mug and nodded.

"I did in fact crash-land it. Crazed eyes, hair-on-fire and all." Annie said and Brady watched her as if amazed.

"I must admit, it's hard for me to picture that because you're one of the best pilots I've ever met." Brady said and if she were honest, they both looked surprised as that came out of his mouth, but he was quickly talking next and she took a moment to relive those words.

"I mean, you look so calm and collected….what…what happened to warrant that?" he said, leaning a bit closer, evidently interested in the tale that had her losing her mind for weeks after.

"Truth be told, me learning to fly was like telling a fish to live in a tree," Annie said watching as Brady chuckled, "I wasn't always….this." She pointed to her face and Brady smirked.

"Oh c'mon, you're a goddamn good pilot, Annie, really." Brady said, and then smiled, "Go on though." Annie sent him a look with a playful smirk.

"You, asshole." she said and nudged his shoulder, "Don't try to get back at me with that or something in the future."

"Never, my lips are sealed." Brady said, sending her a wink - why would he do that at six am when she's somewhat still fogged with sleep and brain exhaustion.

"Anyway," Annie said, catching his smile again, "all the engines crapped out on me as I was coming in for the landing, the tower was telling me to eject, ejector was jammed, and the wheels were stuck at 45 degrees. So, I did what I could, braced myself and the thing slid across about hundreds of feet of sand before tilting to the side, me pouring out like Ma's soup for dinner. It was so bad, and horrifically embarrassing. God."

"Hey," Brady said, leaning into her peripheral, "'least you can say you know how it's done." Annie let out a laugh at his words then and there, her heart feeling warm for one of the first mornings sat out here; usually alone and now in good company.

"I mean, it wasn't the first time I even crashed landed." Brady offered with a shoulder shrug. Annie stared at him, trying to keep the smile from her lips.

"You're joking."

"Wish I was, Annie," Brady said, "back in training, went down, Croz could tell you all about it. Became pretty well-known among the base and the training groups." He smiled.

"But," he said, "'least I can say I did it." Annie let out a laugh, clasping a hand over her mouth as she glanced at him and watched him chuckle, his eyes glowing in the morning sun that was slowly peaking its way over the horizon line.

"You should join me for mornings like this more often," Annie said quietly, looking out towards the sunlight, "get some things off your chest. It's why I do well….usually alone, but it helps me think. Through things like that." She looked over and met his gaze and smiled. His expressions in the early morning were so much gentler than at dinner, and it almost made her wish he could stay like that forever in some selfish way. All of them, truth be told.

"I think I will," Brady said, "I'm glad you like the coffee. I wasn't sure what you went for, but….you seemed like a cream type of person."

"You either are really good as guessing or someone snitched." Annie said, catching Brady smirking.

"Nah, Bessie was in there the other day getting coffee for you two. I know she drinks straight black and was wondering who the hell she'd be getting a coffee full of creamer for so…." Brady admitted, glancing her way, "I hope you enjoy it." Annie looked to the cup of coffee and took another lingering sip. She wanted to stay like this for a while, freeze time maybe. But that would never be such a thing in their lives.

"We should take a spin together some time," Annie said looking towards him, a smile growing on her lips, "if you ever wanted to be in Silver Bullets when she gets going in the air. You could be my co-pilot." Brady watched her, his face still for a moment, held in a graceful balance of seriousness and surprise and then the corner of his lips ticked upwards.

"I think Francis would drop-kick me from the cockpit." Brady whispered quietly to her and Annie chuckled.

"She'd be fine with it, I swear to you," Annie said, "maybe not anytime soon, as long as we're going up, dropping bombs and all. But maybe when this whole thing ends. And we just get to be. When we get to go home." Looking over, she found Brady already watching her. Home, seemed to echo in her mind the longer she held his gaze.

"Hey! That you Brady?" Annie watched Brady turn away from her face and glance behind her, her own gaze following to find Crank coming towards them, waving an arm, "Buck's been trying to get a-hold of you!" Brady nodded and then looked back at her, a sudden shift in whatever it was that existed between them. He slowly got to his feet, brushed off his pants and then stopped to lean down towards her ear.

"I'd love to be your co-pilot," Brady whispered, sending chills up her neck, "ma'am." Then, he was up and off, sending her cheeks flaming red, her eyes going over her shoulder, as he went and caught up to Crank, shaking his hand and nodding to him, exchanging all the pleasantries. Annie caught his eyes one final time as he glanced back at her. He winked.

[my-wee-hughie]

Annie WILL escape or be found, and I pray she doesn't give Hughie a hard time because he had sex with the shapeshifter.

He's already been through so much, he needs the full love and support of his girlfriend.

[hungergamesheadcanons]

Post-revolution Annie just posts random videos of Finnick and their son on the internet and they always go viral because people have only ever seen Finnick as playboy extraordinare and now they see Finnick being a dumbass father who's trying his best and it's very endearing and 90% of the time the camera pans out to an unimpressed Johanna or Katniss and it's great

[the-physicality]

2007, conference finals phoenix vs san antonio

[deimosatellite]

save him

[eolewyn1010]

@bookshelfdreams tagged me to

make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone's favourite!

So... I shall try to limit myself to 5.

@str4wanzerin @chrisoels @mutantenfisch @cricrithings @bibastibootz if any of you feels like it?

[triangle-strategy-notes]

Piccoletta Concept Art

Piccoletta's concept art! Translation notes and image id under the cut.

Translation notes:

"Yoshitaka Amano" was literally "Amano-sensei." I wanted to convey the respect of the honorific and just "Amano" felt too casual, so I used his full name to sort of make it more formal.

The note about "sparkle charms in her hair" was a little hard to parse - the really literal translation seems to be something like "hair sparkles in charmies" which could theoretically mean "she has charming sparkles in her hair" or "she has sparkle charmies in her hair" or "her hair is charmed to have sparkles in it." I really wasn't sure either way.

"Face of a little imp" was a line that was kind of difficult to make out (just small handwriting). There was definitely something about a little devil/imp, but I wasn't 100% sure about the rest.

"Snobbish" was literally "she turns up her nose" or "her nose turns up". It might have been literally talking about her nose being upturned/pointy, but given the other bullet points, I'm assuming here that it was more talking about her personality.

Image id:

[id: Two pages from the Triangle Strategy artbook about Piccoletta. The first has two versions of her canon portrait, one colored and one uncolored. There is a note at the bottom that reads, "We gave her a more showy design than the main characters since she's a different sort of class. The tentative alias we gave her was "Item Thrower," so looks like we gave her a ball to hold (laughs). (Tatsuaki Urushihara)". On the second page, there are several illustrations of Piccoletta. One note points out her lacy skirt that goes under her dress, and another piece of text labels her boots as "leather." Next to a few drawings of her face, one of which seems to be pouting or reprimanding, there are the bullet points "Face of a little imp," "Precocious young girl," "Snobbish," "Mischevious," and "Paints face white". There is also a note that reads, "Sparkle charms in her hair." Next to a small drawing of her juggling, it says, "Throws all sorts of things". There is also a note that reads, "Item Thrower Character". On the second half of the page, there are more drawings of Piccoletta with a more typical medieval hairstyle. Her skirt is again labeled, and there's another note about her being "a precocious girl." At the bottom of the page there is another note that reads, "I wasn't conscious of it at the time, but this design might have borrowed from the style of Yoshitaka Amano's Final Fantasy art. (Tatsuaki Urushihara)". /end id]

[cult-of-the-eye]

WAIT GUYS IT'S LIKE 1 AM AND I NEED TO SLEEP BUT OH MY GOD TMA COMMUNITY AU

Jon is abed nadir

Brown

Autistic

How much different is film making and an entrenched need to See and Know everything really?

Vaguely off putting

Gets bitches when he wants to

Listen abed is just college Jon, back when he was less traumatised

Evil abed would be Jon in like S4/5 I guess

Does that make Martin Troy Barnes????

It doesn't quite work cause Martin is neither athletic, nor a himbo and Troy wouldn't know how to use a kettle

I don't know

ELIAS IS DEAN PELTON. FUCK YEAH

GAY

(well pan technically but comes off as A Gay Man)

Tell me that when the jig is up and he's like ah caught them might as well enjoy tormenting them while I can, he wouldn't be a fucking nightmare boss dressing up in costumes

He'd be like how's my favourite archival team?????????

Low key evil and high key manipulative

But super pathetic in the end

Oh my god guys I'm so right

Sasha I think would be Britta

I know Britta was made fun of a lot for her feminist views and stuff but obviously nowadays those views are more accepted

She's got the same level of fierce determination and love for everyone around her, even if she doesn't go about it right

She would totally hack into somewhere if she could

Yeah it makes sense...sort of

Wait would Peter Lukas be pierce???

Old racist white man

Homophobic gay

Has a dynasty

Yeah

Tim could be Jeff I could maybe see that

THE RAGE

THE SUAVE

THE DADDY ISSUES

That one time where Jeff just

WAIT FUCK NO. JEFF ATTACKS A TABLE WITH AN AXE. HES JON.

Wait wait wait this makes a bit more sense

Cause Jeff cons his way into becoming a lawyer

He has huge imposter syndrome, he's faking it all

Just like Jon is

Except he's doing a better job

So imagine Jon if he had major daddy issues and a bit more charisma

They have the same level of not chill but desperately trying to cover it up

Like that one episode where pierce tries to find his dad

And he freaks the fuck out

That's such a Jon coded freaking out

He literally tears a magazine in half and then shrieks into mid air

YESSSSSSSSSSS ugh I'm such a genius

Also Jon and Elias relationship mirrors the deans and jeffs

Like the homoerotic favouritism guys

How the dean blackmails Jeff into doing karaoke with him OH MY GOD.

He only difference is the faked confidence and charisma, Jeff does it better

Oh my god wait is daisy fucking CHANG????

Insane

Murderous

Chang once chased a monkey through a vent

The hunt vibes

Or maybe chang is michael

They're both completely and utterly nonsensical

Just sort of appears and everyone is worse for it

Makes everyone's head hurt

I'm 10000% certain Chang has stabbed someone before and would do it again

Yeah that man is the most avatar of the spiral I've ever seen

Basira could be the sane security guard

Georgie is that one girl in season 6, the one who used to be a IT person

Melanie would be Annie I think, she's definitely murderous enough

This has GRIPPED me and will not let go.

[grinchwrapsupreme]

Good Girls is just like Breaking Bad but Walter White is a stay at home mom and instead of meth its fake money and instead of Aaron Paul it's Retta and Mae Whitman and instead of the expensive medical system its the expensive medical system and the general capitalist state and instead of going to Mexico they go to Canada and also Matthew Lillard is there but otherwise it's the same show