#Coin of Love

[runawaymarbles]

Reading Mockingjay as an adult is extra devastating because. Of course the plucky teenager and her ragtag friends aren't going to sneak into a government building to kill the president with a bow and arrow. That's absolutely ridiculous. It's the kind of thing that's only possible in the kind of propaganda that Coin developed. But she's so good at it that in some ways she tricks the reader into thinking that's the kind of story this is, too--even after 3 books reminding us that pretty much everything that Katniss does the second she volunteers is manipulated by adults pulling strings to make propaganda in some form or another.

[chuchulovelymunimuni]

In my headcanon, jason’s coin has to land heads to get the sword and tails to get the spear and just like a normal coin he has no control over which way it lands.

[judeinthestars]

New sapphic book review! Wind In Her Hair (The Coin of Love Series) by Karin Kallmaker

[kindinb00]

[critterbitter]

The twins attempt reparations. Elesa is charmed by their wet emolga impressions and earnest earmuffs. She still can't understand their words very well but she can read between the lines of script.

A day after after this Unfortunate Sequence of Events!

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[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Jason’s phone rings as he’s in a stakeout. The number is marked unknown caller. He answers reluctantly.

Jason: Who is this?

Bruce: Don’t. Hang. Up!

Jason, taking a deep breath and then exhaling exhasuted: How did you get my real number?

Bruce: That's not important.

Jason: That is insanely important right now.

Bruce: …

Jason: Who gave you my number? Thing 1 or Thing 2?

Bruce without hesitation: Thing 2.

Jason: I knew Tim would do something that stupid. I never should've trusted him.

Tim: Dr. Suess characters… that’s what he thinks of us? And wait why am I thing 2?!

Bruce: Tim stop talking, I can’t hear him. Jason we need to talk-

Jason: Man, I have to go there's a... Person holding a... Gun at my head.

He shoots his gun.

Bruce: Stop lying, I hear you shooting someone!

Jason: In the thigh, they're fine. Can I go now?

Bruce: No! I had to call you from a burner phone because my number is blocked and I know it's blocked! Now Jason, why is my number blocked?

Jason, seething and annoyed: Cause I don’t fucking like you!

Bruce: Okay, so I’ll stop paying your phone bill then.

Jason sighs realizing he needs the unlimited international caller plan.

Jason, gritting his teeth: I will unblock it. Ass.

Bruce: Right back at you, kid.

Call ends.

Bruce: See? I can handle things with him.

Dick, while playing a game on his phone: Yup. You're both equally mad at the world.

Bruce: That's why I like him.

[spiderzlover]

Onaga kids with their quirky names🔥🔥

[drathe]

Ten of Coins - Inquisitor Lavellan

[hinamie]

idk about yall but life is good again

[star-rie]

this is the first episode THIS IS THE FIRST EPISODE

[hawnks]

You're jealous. It makes you lash out, makes you meet Keigo with claws and teeth and cruel, irrational accusations.

You pack a bag after your last big blow up, shame dogging your every move. A week. Maybe a little more. However long it takes you to stop feeling like a monster, to rein in these dark impulses that have taken hold of you.

He stops you at the door with a firm grip around your arm. Looming over you, leaning down until he's in your space.

"Why?"

How can you even respond. Why? Isn't he angry with you? Doesn't he see how unreasonable you're being?

You tell him the truth. "I'm embarrassed, Keigo."

His hold on you tightens. "So you're running away?"

"I'm not--" You let out a long breath. "I just need to calm down. Get a hold of myself."

"You can do that here. At home."

You tug. He doesn't release you.

"I don't want you to see me like this."

His expression turns stormy.

"You want to keep secrets from me?" You can't even question this before he's continuing, eyes amber bright and sharp as he pulls you further into his space. "You don't want me to see you what --jealous? Don't I have a right to know? Don't I deserve to be with you for this? We're lovers, and you still want to hide pieces of yourself from me?"

Trembling, you let yourself be drawn back into the penthouse. You couldn't fight him even if you tried.

He sets you on the bed, so he can push you down, curl up on top of you, all around you. Caging you in.

"There," he says. "You're not going anywhere. Would it help if I told you about all the times I wanted to kill anyone who touches you? How about how I want to lock you up, forever and ever? I can show you the collar I picked out, if that would make you feel better." He leans up so he can nibble your ear, whisper, "Or you could put it on me, if you want."

[kabukiaku]

love and appreciate your local satanic popestar!!! 🖤✨

[banana-together]

just thinking about house. just thinking about house and wilson's offices and how their decor choices reflect how they display themselves.

just thinking about how house keeps all sorts of random crap lying around his office: his guitar, his lacrosse balls, random antique-looking pieces, little trinkets. stuff to play with. he's always fidgeting or trying to master new skills like the juggling and playing lacrosse with his cane on the wall. he does it loud and obviously like with the guitar and his music on the radio. he wants his items to be seen as personal, as the things that make him up. he displays them so loudly so everyone knows that through being the best at what he does, he's earned the right to be himself as loudly as he wants. to do whatever he wants. it means he makes the right choice by sacrificing relationships, human connection, niceties, because now no one stops him from being 'free'. it's a performance to convince himself that it's all worth it.

just thinking about how wilson keeps a pretty neat office, but the 'personal' items he keeps around as decor are mostly gifts from patients. he struggles to put things around that represent himself, so he represents his relationships with his patients instead. he shows off how caring and connected he is, but doesn't show much about himself at all. he displays them to prove to himself that as long as he has all these relationships, he doesn't need a 'self'. it's a performance to convince himself it's all worth it.

tl:dr- house displays his 'self' to prove he doesn't need relationships, and wilson displays his relationships to prove he doesn't need a 'self'.

[sticcmann]

Silas birchtree is far superior than Bipper and Bord as a bill cipher possession. Silas is already dead, we don’t have to feel bad for the possessed person. Silas is already dead, he smells like rotting flesh which he is. Silas is already dead, Bill influences the decomposition process, turning the skin yellow. Silas is already dead, Bill has to build his portal before the body completes the cycle of decay. He has a little cult. He married every woman in town. He goes on television and reads trapezoid smut. Final scene, Silas rambles about “this not being over” while having bullet wounds all over his body, dehydrated, burning. What a guy

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

I need a fic where Arthur just naturally but also obliviously holds Merlin by the waist, hips, or a hand always on the small of Merlin's back and Merlin just thinks it's normal Arthur behavior because the prat is always manhandling him so he wouldn't know any different.

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The many times Arthur has his hands on Merlin:

Merlin fixing Arthur's collar cause it ain't sitting right whilst Arthur is chatting and holding Merlin's hips.

Merlin bending over to pour Arthur's wine and Arthur has a hand on the right side of Merlin's waist, gently squeezing.

Merlin standing with a jug of water, watching the knights train whilst blond prince has an arm wrapped around Merlin's waist, instructing the knights from his manservant's side. Both oblivious of course.

Merlin bent over tending the fire in his prince's chambers, Arthur for some reason is standing behind Merlin his hands (you guessed it) is already on Merlin's hips. Totally normal behaviour between master and manservant. The ghost spying on them disagrees and thinks it's really gay.

Merlin...once again bending over but on a table this time yet not in a seductive way lies, he totally is, he's a harlot to look over Arthur's speech; Arthur meanwhile has a hand on Merlin's back absentmindedly stroking a hand up and down, occasionally his hand goes lower almost bout to grab Merlin's arse cheeks unfortunately it doesn't happen. The ghost is also sad that no further gayness happened. Me too buddy, me too.

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To be continued, maybe lol

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[freetobeafcknriot]

FIVE & BEN ft. checking up on your little brother.