#I grew up hearing u brown so much

[hibiscusfl]

Rub a dubbbbb

[mmmmuffins]

‘wheatish’ ‘dusky’ STOP just say brown it won’t hurt u. it won’t i promise

[natewriteslol]

Hiii! I read your works alot because it's one of the active twst writers I see (I'm a dead writer myself LMAO)

Savanaclaw, riddle and Azul with a reader who's cheery and often bouncing with optimism that always has the mind boggling stories to tell. What do you mean that they literally man handed a lion because it won't stop messing around? What do you mean they were in a pit full of scorpions because they accidentally rolled down a hill? What do you mean they literally escaped a real decapitation (hinting towards Riddle LMAO) because he put one spoon full of herbs instead of a teaspoon? Like— they could go on forever! And the thing is, they have evidence of it.

Thank youuu 🫶🫶🫶🫶

A/N: Thank u so much I've been trying to stay on top of writing but it can get so hard!! But I really do try to keep this fandom alive w some goodies, anyways I'll stop yapping heres

Savanaclaw, Azul, and Riddle with a cheery, adventurous Reader!

Leona:

He didn't exactly always question your storytelling before he got to get to know you as he would rather spend time sleeping. But it seemed like literally everyone was captivated by your latest entertaining experience.

As you guys' relationship grew, it got to the point where he couldn't ignore you dropping an insane piece of lore about yourself.

"Yeah, I was accidentally poisoned before-"

"What did you just say-"

"It's okay though, the gnome did apologize and I got my stomach pumped but everything is all good!"

He makes sure to keep an eye out on you, and honestly your stories are the main thing that keep him awake during the day especially because they're real. And although it may seem he's nonchalant when you message him about where you're at, Leona always makes sure to respond as he does care.

Jack:

As your first friend at NRC and protector kinda, he would get paranoid when you would sometimes disappear. However at first Jack believed you were an independent person, and wasn't up to any nefarious activity.

Until you came back with a gorgon head in a brown sack where he was studying in the autobiography section in the library talking about that you accidentally defeated it.

He screamed in terror upon seeing the thing, causing for him to be shushed completely by offended students. But he could not care less due to the sliced head within the sack, however he quickly took you both outside and you being you didn't exactly see the problem in this situation.

Once you where in an open area near NRC's well he began to question you.

"Why-? A-And how? Why are you like this, do you know how much danger you were in?!"

"To answer all your questions in order, 1. I got lost and she had a huge problem with me, 2. I got scared and ran with my eyes closed with the sword and BOOM, just clean off, and yes I know I was in a lot of danger and I'm very sorry for not responding to your calls."

He was way too scared for both you and himself to respond and learned his lesson to keep an eye on you more.

Ruggie:

Ruggie always told you that he was a "see it to believe it" type person and he was never really believing your wild tales you would tell even if you came back with a little souvenir. He always just assumed you were pulling his leg for a bit.

Until he texted you one day over Magicam, since it was a slow day at the Savannaclaw dorm. Only for you to reply with a video, making him click on it not knowing what he should expect.

Queue you to being in an extremely angry dragon's mouth,

"Hey Ruuggieee! I'll get back to you later since I'm in a pickle right now, but I promise I'll call you when I'm done!"

He nearly passed out upon the sight because what in all of the sevens' names doing inside of that deadly beast. The beast man ended up walking to Ignihyde to possibly get Idia to track your location based on your I.P address, only for his phone to ring just as he was about to blab about what happened.

It was you!

He quickly picked up his phone to hear your excited voice blaring on the phone, "I told you I would call you back! Anyways, come over to my house I have something to show you."

You ended up bringing home a dragon's tooth and treasure and while Ruggie was overjoyed, he reprimanded you for being irresponsible.

But he wouldn't mind it too much if you brought back goodies like this just make sure to let him know so he could tag along.

Azul:

You were running late to a meeting about mending a contract between students he scammed. Since you know him quite well and is a good friend of his, the students thought your kind hearted nature could persuade him out of binding them to the Monstro Lounge for an entire semester.

He written in a small font on the contract that if you were over 15 minutes late, you would be unable to host this meeting and the deal would be off completely. The white haired boy glanced at the clock as the time ticked and he would have his own free work force.

Until you had to come 30 seconds from it being called off completely out of breath.

"Sorry Azul! But I got you a little present from the desert," you said dropping down in your seat and digging through this brown sack.

The ancient golden scarab of the Hot Sands.

"Is that-"

"The golden scarab included with the jewel eyes? Yup and I did it all by myself!" You said, extremely proud of yourself.

"Do you understand the value of what you have in your hand? And what were you doing all the way out there by yourself I just talked to you a day ago and that is damn near a 5 day journey?"

"I did this since I did the calculations and about an 1/4 of the wages that the students owe you is in the value of this jewel bug here. So if I split the riches with you, will you let them go?"

You did all of this for some measly students you knew in passing? How could you jeopardize yourself like that?

But he at the same time, respected you greatly and for your trouble and kind heart.

However, he told you to not go anywhere without telling him.

And no of course it's not because he cares about you and was scared once you told him where you went...of course not...

Riddle:

Is the first person who noticed you were gone because he likes to keep tabs on his friends. He didn't know what to expect but the red head just believed you were busy.

So, Riddle decided to shoot you a text as everyone was hanging out in the Heartslabyul dorm and he really wanted to see you.

'Good afternoon, Y/N please feel free to stop by the Heartslabyul dorm. Your company is very appreciated :)'

You quickly texted back, 'Hey Riddle! I'm gonna swing by with a surprise ;D'

He smiled at his phone, unknowing as to what you were going to bring by. Thinking you might bring by muffins or a sweet treat as such.

Not the sword of Excalibur.

You opened the door, bursting in loudly with the enormous sword slung on your back as Grim carried two sacks of gold. Everyone was completely flabbergasted, as the sword had been known to be a mythological thing not yet proven like the fountain of youth.

But there it was on your back as you grinned.

Turned out you picked up your first job at an exploration company and they sent you on a death wish mission to get this damn sword. And in contrary to what everyone believed would be the outcome, you succeeded and retrieved the artifact.

Unfortunately for you, you ended up being scolded for about two hours straight for being completely irresponsible by Riddle with some chime ins from your friends.

He admired your intense tenacity and bravery, but Riddle was super worried about you whenever you take on a quest. He forced you to have a partner whenever you go on missions and call him every time you reached an important point to make sure you were alive and safe.

"So... you really do care about me-"

"By the great seven- YES ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN KILLED IN THAT DAMN ENCHANTED FOREST-"

[strawberryblue-blog]

Love again. Part 1.—Pedri.

summary: You and Pedri were best friends since you were little but then you grew up and things changed between you two.

warnings: none. friends to strangers, strangers to lovers, a lot of jealousy, love triangle, angst.

word count: +4k.

song inspiration: The Last Time by Taylor Swift ft Gary Lightbody.

#SEXYNOTE: There will be more parts soon. Look forward to them. Thank u sm for the support, love youuuu 🩵

Summer nights were your favorite days since you had returned to Tenerife. There was nothing like home, like Bajamar. But you knew that coming back meant other things besides the happiness of being home again. Coming back to see your main problem.

The reason you had run away.

Yes, escaped. Because you had run away from home with the perfect excuse but you knew that at some point you were going to have to go back. And it would be a disaster.

"Look who we have here!" your friends squealed as you approached the group of people. You had been talking to them since your return to Spain and when you finished dinner with your parents, you had arranged to meet up.

You had missed them so much. When they told you they would meet at the beach, like old times, you didn't hesitate to come even knowing he would be here. Hoping that seeing him would change things between you. At least you hope so.

After a while of catching up with your friends, you walked to the bar to order something to drink. When you walk you could see his back from behind. There he was. Pedri with his friends. You recognized your best friend even from far away and not even seeing his face. Nostalgia came to your mind when you heard his laughter in the distance, you had really forgotten how it sounded and hearing it again made you feel butterflies in your belly.

Exactly one year and three months ago you had left Spain to go to the United States to study thanks to a scholarship. It had not been an easy decision but after certain circumstances, you had no other choice. You had spent your entire childhood here with your best friends, Pedro and Fernando, but as you grew up, you decided that the best thing for you was to go your own way.

"Things have changed since you left" said your best friend, Lucrecia. She knew what had happened between you and how hard it was to be here now. So she hugged your shoulders giving you encouragement. You were afraid to ask what had changed but you already knew the answer and that made you feel sad.

Not for Fernando, not for Lucrecia or your other friends.

But for you and Pedri.

Your story was a little complicated.

You had been in love with Pedro González all your life. Or better as you preferred to call him, Pepe.

The little brown boy of small stature who ran to catch you in the gardens when you were inseparable. The teenager who hid your backpack when you were at school or soiled your foul when you were sitting on the beach. The young man who had decided to pursue his life in another city and was completely ignorant.

The same young man who saw everyone but you.

Who had broken your heart and then abandoned you, forgetting your existence. Because that was the story, you were nothing. They never were and you were sure they never would be.

"Y/n?" you asked behind you.

"Fer!" you smiled at the sight of your childhood friend. Fernando opened his arms welcoming you into a hug. "I missed you so much" you whispered nostalgically.

"I thought you'd never come back!" he squealed as you broke away from his embrace.

"Well here I am" you said laughing.

Coming home had not been easy. Coming back was opening a wound you thought was sealed, coming back was remembering all your childhood and life spent with Pedri and Fer.

"Come on, the boys will be happy to see you" he took your hand to start pushing you. You couldn't refuse, it was obvious he didn't know what had happened between you and you couldn't let him suspect.

"Look who we have here" he shouted getting everyone's attention.

The guys were in a round with their bottles of beer as they talked, turning when you came to the group. You could recognize some of your old friends and some new ones. But you knew who they were, everyone in the Tenerife would recognize them. Pedri's new friends, players from Barcelona.

"H-hello I am…" you greeted shyly at the stares. Pedri blinked at you silently.

"You're Y/n?" one of them asked.

Oh my god. Pablo Gavi. You wanted to squeal with happiness at the sight of the player. He knew you? How was that possible?

"It's great to meet the girl who has put up with these two since forever" said another.

Your inner fan blushed at the laughing look of Ferran Torres, he was taller than you thought and super handsome.

Had Pedro told them about you? If he had told them about you, why had he never even thought of calling you? Did he think about you while he was in Barcelona? What had happened between you?

You gave them each two kisses as a greeting, disguising your fanaticism when you approach them like that. You smiled a little when you reached him, your best friend. You got close enough to hug him like old times, hoping to feel the warmth of his arms, but instead, Pedri stopped you and gave you two quick kisses on your cheeks.

As if he was pulling you away from him.

Your heart broke into a thousand pieces. Everything had definitely changed. Pedri. You. The relationship you had. Nothing was the same.

"I'll be back with the girls" you announced, approaching Fernando as the others continued their chatter. You were feeling out of place and what happened with Pedri had left you shocked.

You didn't expect him to behave as if you were best friends again but at least you hoped he wouldn't treat you like a stranger.

"It's okay" he said. "There's a beach party tomorrow, you're coming right?" he asked pointing to the girls. You grimaced not knowing what to answer.

"You have to come, Y/n" Fermin said and you smiled kindly at him.

"And bring your friends" Ferran commented winking his eye. You nodded shyly. "Here" he said reaching into his pants, pulling out his cell phone. "Write down your number and we'll agree"

Everyone was taken aback by his move. Even you.

"Sure" you took it when Fer elbowed you making you respond with an accomplice look. You quickly wrote down your number and handed him back his cell phone, smiling at him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Pedri roll his eyes with a grimace.

"See you around" you said, waving at them. Everyone waved back. You turned to walk towards your friends starting to leave the group of boys.

"Y/n!" someone shouted. A shiver ran down your back.

You stopped as your feet dug into the sand. You sighed hearing footsteps behind you.

How were you supposed to respond to that? Ignore it and pretend not to hear it? Or turn and fall back on your feet?

With a feigned smile you turned to look at him. Him. Pedro Gonzalez.

"You didn't tell me you were coming back" he mumbled and looked somewhat annoyed. You tried to calm your nerves so you wouldn't say or do anything stupid.

"We didn't talk again since a while and I just wanted to come back and see how everything was" you said lifting your shoulders. He nodded sighing.

And it wasn't your fault they didn't talk. It was his fault, you wanted to tell him.

"So are you coming back to stay?" he asked.

"I don't know yet" you answered flatly.

A silence fell, you couldn't hold his gaze without feeling your legs shaking. Pedri looked different, his words sounded cheerless and he hadn't even asked you how you were.

"Did you know I was coming to Bajamar?" he asked again. You shook at his distant words.

You didn't know what exactly to say. Was he supposed to ask that doubting your return? Did he think it was all about him?

"There was a vacation and I was able to get a flight" you laughed a little to mask the bad mood.

He nodded again.

"I missed you, Pepe" you whispered wistfully, taking his hand. Electric currents shot up for your back with his touch. He just looked at you, though.

"Yeah me too, Y/n" he pleaded smiling a little in response. "But we'd better each go our separate ways as before" he finished saying, your smile immediately wiped away. "We are no longer the same as before, we have different lives now. You with your friends and me with my friends"

You froze at his words.

Why would I say something like that? You had always been friends since you all went to school together. Your friends knew their friends, they were from the same place and they all had contact.

Was he asking you to stay away from him? And his friends? What the fuck was going on with him?

You couldn't even say anything, he let go of your hand and you saw his back go towards his friends. An echo echoed in your chest.

You should never have said that. You shouldn't have come back. You should not have gotten your hopes up.

Your "relationship" with Pedri was over. You only had memories of you. It was clear that he would never love someone like you. You were just that.

Childhood friends. A memory that vanished in the wind. He felt nothing for you, but you felt everything for him.

Confessing your feelings to him before he left for Barcelona had ruined everything. You had ruined it, he only saw you as his friend.

And now he didn't even care about you.

[dragunflies]

⤯ 𝐈𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 ->

Ellie Williams X Fem Reader

omg, my first fic, eek! so scared lowk but I have so much saved in my docs that I need to spill soon. Ok, love ya, lmk what u think, constructive crit is welcomed per usual <3 ⚢

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  It was a cool mid Autumn morning. You sat there with the open window breezing against your flushed face and loose hair. It was an empty one-bedroom house, the cold air accompanied by the hollow walls made it eerie but relaxing. Wearing simply a baggy t-shirt and underwear you rose from the nest of a bed that formed while you slept. Although you snore, you sleep like a baby. With a head full of messy dark brown hair, a quick finger comb through your hair evens out the texture and density to some extent. Rolling out of bed, you crack your back, letting out a groan of relief, slowly easing your way out of your cozy bed. Come the fall time, the need for patrol hits its peak, most infected don’t stay out in the cold, so they tend to be the most active at the cusp of autumn.

As your eyes adjust to the light from the outside, so do your ears, the muttering of Jackson echoed through the neighborhood and led into your home. You reach for the hairbrush next to your bedside and try your best to aggressively claw out the knots left.

While you brushed and brushed your long hair, you heard the voices becoming more distinct. One specific member of the town, Ellie, became particularly known very quickly and very shortly. Her voice was raspy and stuck out quickly from the crowd; you could pinpoint it was her instantly. Not only did she just arrive a few years prior, but she was quick. With a quick tongue and a quicker fist, no one fucked with her. She was like a chihuahua, all bark and bite. Intimidating, but intriguing and sometimes weird to look at for too long. But oh did she piss you off, getting cocky and assertive in the smallest of tasks. She always insists on signing the postbooks, never shares her rations, and complains about hypothermia despite only wearing thin canvas sneakers. 

God was she the fucking worst.

Hearing all the commotion outside, you persist, throwing on a pair of jeans, a belt, and a long-sleeved black top, rolling up the sleeves to your elbows. As you get to the door, you swing on a pair of your best and only boots and slide into a pocket-ridden jacket. You searched for your lighter and handgun, striking the white lighter to double-check its usage. You then make your way out of the suburban make-shift home and easily make your way to Jackson, the city you grew up in. 

The leaves crunched below your boots as you made your way to the town center, where the majority of the town gathered that morning for the patrol assignments. Looking around you see familiar face after face, lining the circle surrounding Maria and the handful of men who surrounded her. Fortunately, you missed the entire meeting, but unfortunately as you have zero idea what the fuck you’re assigned to do. Surprisingly, Maria didn’t call you out like she usually does, by now she would've had your neck for being this casually late to a meeting like this, especially such an important one- 

“Y/n.” Maria states assertively, the loud chatting turning to a shushed mumble.

You look around trying to avoid the piercing eye contact but falling back into her stone-cold stare, it went right through you, sending shivers and goosebumps.

“Yes, ma’am?” You ask, never using such proper language when addressing someone, ever in your life, you shuttle at the look Maria gave.

Her boot steps sounded louder than they ever did before.

“This is the 5th time this month.” She barked, the surrounding crowd turning away and quickly sharing chatter with their cliques. 

“Yeah, I know, just trust me, I was in a rush, I didn’t even put my hair up,” You say, placing your hands in your pockets in the hope of hiding your anxious picking.

“I watch you stroll into the center all relaxed, you seem in no way of a rush,” Maria stated, her voice lowering as she raised a single eyebrow.

“Okay and?” Y/n mumbles, “Guarantee it wasn’t anything important.” 

She lowered her eyebrow, crossed her arms, and raised her head abruptly, “You missed patrols, you were assigned the post north-east of Kelly,” Maria’s lips curled, looking y/n up and down as she walked away to her office building, “better get packing, that’s nothing important, right?”. You could hear the smile form on Maria’s lips as she walked away.

Are you fucking kidding me? Kelly, the farthest post owned by Jackson, all because you missed one meeting? Not even just the Kelly outpost, the farthest fucking post all the way up in the peaks- oh my fucking god. 

Growing up in Jackson, you were trained for all different kinds of situations. Though you weren’t born here, it was where you learned everything you know now. Combat, shooting, hunting, gathering, and all the basics. Yeah, you weren’t always at the top of your class in everything, but you were a damn good aid. Knowing each medicine by its prefix or suffix, biology, and medicine is where you shine. Yeah, not combat, but you can survive, that’s all that matters. 

“Who am I posted with?” Y/n called out, a scoff leaving your voice as you exhaled, her eyes closed hoping for a big group where she could simply sit back and watch.

With Maria’s back still turned, she answered with a pause. “Williams, she has the experience you don’t, trust me, you won't be that screwed.” 

You stood there waiting for more people to be announced on your patrol. Nope, just Ellie. Fucking. Williams. 

With a groan of dissatisfaction, you turned around, looking through the crowds of people, with everyone holding warm mugs and staying clumped together, it was hard to find that short mother-fucker. You still couldn’t believe it, peering between each conversation, trying to find the auburn-headed girl. She was so obviously loud this morning, how could you not find her now, when you actually needed to get ahold of her. 

Suddenly, after walking around town center for a minute, you overhear a group of chatter, 

“I can’t believe Maria would pair you two up like that,” One voice echoed down an alley.

“I know- like out of all of us standing there, she picks y/n.” Another states.

“I’m fucked.” Says another. 

That was the voice. The raspy and obvious voice stood out so quickly to your ears.

You followed the group of voices, walking down a strip of self-owned stores, the in-between of the two buildings had voices spilling out of it. You walked closer, and upon turning into the alleyway,

There she was.

[le-poofe]

Hello Poofe! Me again! (Srry if I pop into ur ask box too much- I'm a very chatty human-) Anywho I have a question! More of an opinion type! Do you think Grillby likes country music? If so, are there any country artists you think he'd enjoy? Very random question im just curious! Hope u have a fantastic day/night! ^^

This question is something I apparently didn’t know I needed. The second I read this, my neurons fired so hard, it’s like I’ve been waiting for this day. I put it all under the cut~

I grew up with country music Pandora stations as background music all the time at home, and I’ve listened to some for the general vibe when I’ve drawn Grillby/Sansby stuff. But I have yet to actually apply it directly like this. This may be longer/more extensive than you anticipated hehe, lemme crack open my arsenal. For extra flavor, everyone is in cowboy getup and Grillby’s is a saloon now-

Bartender by Lady A jumps out at me for obvious reasons hehe. This feels like something one of the regular npcs would play on the jukebox. Mayhaps Drunk Bun.

Little Bitty by Alan Jackson and similar ones could be a good one. In an au I can picture Snowdin residents having fun doing line dances in the bar. Very rare occurrence to get Grillbz to dance along. And even when you do, he’ll deny he did it. While we’re on Alan Jackson - Chattahhoochee, Tall, Tall Trees, Margaritaville, and It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere also feel fitting

3. Natural Disaster by Zac Brown is a fun juxtaposition to throw at Grillbz’ quiet demeanor. If you’re imagining him singing these, he’d pop off for the duration of the song and go right back to his calm collected self the second it’s over

4. This is a specific pull, but People Are Crazy by Billy Currington sounds like a song for someone talking to Gerson at the bar

5. Wagon Wheel by Darius Rucker is That One Song everybody plays on the bar jukebox, the regulars are sick of it but they can’t help singing along to the chorus

These next ones have less specific imagery to me, but are worth a mention imo 6. Ten Rounds with Jose Cuervo by Tracy Bird

7. Chicken Fried and Knee Deep by Zac Brown Band

8. These Are My People by Rodney Atkins

And while I’m at it, here’s some Sansby ones-

Project by Chase McDaniel is a cowboy au Sans @ Grillby song and you can't convince me otherwise

2. I Need You Now by Lady A is one that I think speaks for itself when you hear it

3. Just a Kiss by Lady A is soft, y���all know that I’m weak for softness

4. Midnight Ride by Orville Peck because it would be a sin to not include Mr. Peck

Mini Category for Zac Brown specifically bc a lot come to mind- 5. Beautiful Drug bc I like it, and there's some good lyrics that relate to fire. I take what I can get

6. As She’s Walking Away - is a cute one, v good for first meeting scenarios.

7. Toes - I see Sans plucking at a guitar and mumbling this one under his breath while looking at Grillby from across the bar. Especially that “my bartender” line, y’all know the one.

8. Free - Say it with me now, soft as fuck

This is by no means an exhaustive list, just what i was able to come up with mostly off the dome. If anyone has their own suggestions, yeet them in the replies

[pandoramyst]

what wasn’t there before ✩ Jake sully

contents. g!reader, dbf!jake, cute names, fluff, adult behavior, age gap

summary. Jake was your father’s best friend but to him, he was like his brother. When you entered puberty, you started to feel foreign feelings about him that certainly, you shouldn't have been having. When you got a bit older, you grew closer to him and you noticed that he acted the same way toward you.

notes. I love u guys, that's it 

Your life took a very sudden turn when you entered your teens. As a young na’vi, you were completely unaware of the concept of romantic love and what it entailed. 

You hadn’t entered the phase in your life where you had to rack your brain about what each relationship with a boy meant or had to seriously contemplate your feelings. Love was just love to you. A simple thing that just happened. Like that one time when you jumped on a cute, little na’vi boy, kissing his lips as you tried to copy the actions of the older na’vi couples. Naturally, you were regretful at that but your curiosity about what a kiss would feel like faded away. 

When you first met Jake, everything seemed pure and normal. He would show up to your hut practically daily and have a morning cup of coffee with your dad (Tzukan). By that time, you were awake and you would have welcomed Jake with a hug. They would take you on field trips where they would talk about their own business while you played around with the strays.

He was just a friend, but that was clearly temporary. When you became a teenager, you started to notice things changing. You had noticed that you felt different whenever you saw boys and that your feelings were far more draining than the old ones. You in fact realized you had a type and that certain parts of your body were responding differently to those that checked those boxes.

Conveniently, Jake fit that type and as you grew older you grew closer to him. As a teenager, you would feel butterflies whenever he got too close to you but quickly would shake them off thinking it was something else that must have been the cause. And when you got a bit older, you knew what it was. 

He would visit earlier in the mornings and oftentimes, your father wouldn't be awake but Jake and he had such a brotherly connection that he would trust him to roam around your place. You being a light sleeper would hear his attempts to be quiet and would walk towards the kitchen, already knowing what to expect.

“Morning kid,” you walked up to him, gave him a hug, and walked back to the table. He knew what you liked and what you didn’t, so instead of handing you a cup of coffee, he placed in your hand a mug of orange juice. He sat in the seat next to you, which was turned slightly to face you.

“why are you awake so early? you should be getting more sleep, it's good for you, you know ” he sipped on his warm coffee, rubbing the table with his hand.

“Blame yourself, you're the one that woke me up. And anyway, I get enough sleep thank you very much. Can you not tell from my face?” You placed both of your hands under your chin, tips touching as you shut your eyes.

He chuckled at your easiness, “You sure do look rested, honey” you thanked him and he continued the conversation. Mornings were always like this and soon enough, you would even start hanging out together without your dad.

-

“Give it back!” In his hands was a bracelet that you had made, which in your words looked like “a lumer’s tail”. It had splashes of brown and white on it and some corals which were on the verge of falling off, a rookie mistake as you just started learning how to make them.

Jake on the other hand was fascinated, “why would you say it looks like a tail? this is beautiful. You’re so damn talented, kid. You should make more and pass them out to the clan,” He was looking down at you, his hand fiddling with the bracelet. His back and head were against the tree, and his eyes were on yours. 

“Nobody would want to wear that abomination,” you made a disgusted face and he leaned forward, placing a hand under your chin. Your eyes widened at his sudden movement.

“I'll wear it,” he looked at your lips and back up at your eyes. The feelings you had for him were now completely clear to you. He fixed his posture and placed the bracelet on his wrist, bringing his arm closer to you. He took a step closer until your shoulders were touching, and you grabbed his wrist to tie the bracelet. 

From that day on, he would look at the bracelet whenever he wasn’t with you and admire it. When you were together, you would scold him for wearing it but he would always shut you up with some cheesy

- 

Today was different than the other days. The morning that Jake came for his morning coffee, your dad brought up the mating ceremony, a ceremony hosted once every month for celibate na’vi to find their mate. Jake had told him he was going, and your stomach turned. He told you he would take you on a field trip and spend the whole day with you. But now you were alone and worst of all, he was with someone else.

You distanced yourself for the day, avoiding any interactions. Even with your dad, who you hadn’t seen from the morning. It was the first time jealousy was so tough for you to overcome. Your anger was not justifiable as he had no commitment to you.

But the day went away quicker than you thought and you were laying down in your hammock outside, braiding another bracelet. You thought your terrible skills could distract you from your painful feelings. The night was quiet so you could hear the footsteps coming from behind you but you were too lazy to turn.

“Hey bunny,” the nickname that he had adopted for you. His forearms rested on your hammock and his chin was placed on top of them. You couldn’t just ignore him, it would be stupid to be mad at him for something so little.

“Hi,” you gave him a short smile and went back to braiding your bracelet. He stared at you for a while and noticed you weren't looking back at him. “Some’in wrong?” 

“No, I’m just tired,” he chuckled at your poor lying. “The sun set an hour ago, don’t lie to me.”

You groaned, letting out a “tss” as he was starting to get on your nerves. “you don't know me, Jake.” Jake’s eyebrows frowned and he put some of his weight on the hammock, pulling it down so you would face him.

“What happened today? I was out,”

“Yeah, I noticed,” You sat up and jumped down from the hammock, walking away from him. Your hands were still focused on the bracelet. “Listen, I tried to find you and tell you but you weren’t anywhere to be found. I had to leave,” he followed behind you as your steps got quicker. He quickened his pace to reach out to you, and he grabbed your arm pulling you towards him.

“Hey, why are you mad?” He leaned down to be at eye level with you and he gripped your arms. Your hands were now balled up into fists.

“How was mate hunting?” Your eyes were fixed on him, waiting for an answer. His eyes furrowed, “Is that why you’re mad?” 

“I’m not mad, get over yourself” You tried to escape his grip but he held your arms tighter.

“I went hunting with your dad and we were gone the whole day. We met up with some friends and ended up staying there longer.” You didn't respond as his answer didn't satisfy you.

“The mate hunting is tonight but I wanted to come here instead,” You frowned your eyebrows.

“Why would you do that?” His eyes softened at your cluelessness. His head leaned to one side.

“Cause I missed you, and I know I promised to stay with you today-”

“you left me alone,”

He sighed, “I know…I know, don't be mad, bunny. It was my fault, I’m sorry.” He let go of the tight grip and caressed your wrists with his thumbs. You put your forehead on his shoulder, whining like a child. He placed his palm on the back of your head and caressed your hair.

“I’ll take you somewhere, cmon”

“No, I don’t want to,” You lifted your head up as he pulled you closer to him, your chest touching his. He stared at your face and leaned forward, kissing your cheeks.

“What do you wanna do?” He asked as he went down to kiss your neck. The feeling was foreign but welcome. You raked your fingers through his hair and went down to the hair tie that was keeping his hair in a braid. You untied it letting his long hair flow freely. The scent of his freshly washed hair brought goosebumps to your skin.

“I want to play with your hair,” He looked up at you and chuckled at the strange request. With big eyes he said, “Alright, let’s do it” He took your hand and pulled you up to the hammock. He laid down on his stomach and you sat on his back. You took his long hair, which covered the majority of his back, into your hands and started to brush it with your fingers. Soft sounds came from his mouth as you massaged his scalp. You separated his hair into five parts and started to braid each hair strand, starting from the scalp and finishing a foot from the tips of his hair.

When you were done with the last braid, you stood up and let him escape from under you. He went close to the water to look at his reflection. “Do you like it?” You asked shyly. “I love it , bunny,” he came up to the hammock and hugged your torso.

“You sure?” You whispered in his ear.

“I don't know if you can tell but I've never looked so good,” He laughed and you flicked his forehead. “I beg to differ,” 

“Yeah?” He bit his lip as he looked down at your lips. You shook of the nerves and looked up at the sky. You still haven’t kissed yet and your wondering if it’s because he doesn’t feel as strongly as you do or if it’s because he wants to take it slow.

-

You started to grow tired and he took notice of that.

He smiled at your sleepy form and turned his head to kiss your cheek, “You look sleepy bunny, wanna go to bed?” he asked and you nodded at him.

He walked you to your hut, hand in hand. Your dad was in the kitchen, walking back and forth with his hands on his hips. He must be angry, you thought. As Jake pulled the fabric open that worked as a door, your father’s eyes fell on you.

“Where the hell were you? What have I told you about roaming out at night? You wanna give me a heart attack?Especially during the mating ceremony, boys will come at you like savages.” He raised his voice.

“Well, you weren’t here? So what was I supposed to do?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest and placed your weight on your hip. Jake placed a hand on your dad’s chest, keeping him away from you.

“Calm down, Tzukan. I took the kid to see the cave of the ancestors, don’t blame her, blame me.” Your dad looked at Jake with a stern expression.

“Don’t do that again. Tell me before you take her,” He said strongly, and you could see spit flying on to Jake’s face.

Jake chuckled, “Relax, you know I'll protect her. She’s fine isn’t she?”

Your dad hissed at the both of you and walked into the hallway that led to his bedroom.

You looked at each-other with wide eyes.

“your fault not mine,” You told him as you both walked into your bedroom. He chuckled as he tied the two ends of the fabric door to your bedroom together, keeping it closed. You went to your bed, laying down, back flat on it. Jake walked towards you, leaning down to touch your nose with his. He rubbed his nose on yours and said, “Goodnight bunny, I’ll take you out tomorrow so be ready in the morning”

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The Worst Mistake - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader pt. 1

Summary: Hobie has never been one to shy away from anything. Even if the risk is greater than the reward.

Or; Hobie takes too many shrooms, and all of his fears and doubts about the woman he loves comes rushing all at once and he makes an extremely irrational decision.

Characters: Hobie, Miles

Tags: 18+, Substance Use/Abuse, ANGST, Hurt/No Comfort, Bad Break Up, AU - No Powers, Hobie lives in Brooklyn, Hobie is 21+, Miles is 18+ only cuz it makes sense for the story not weird I promise, Miles is kind of an ass, Hobie and you need a HUG, I forgot he was British, OOC but it’s because of the drugs

author’s note: Okay, this is a plot that I have been wanting to write for months now but didn’t know which fandom I should write it for. I will be pouring all my feelings out into this so hopefully you shed a tear or two and even if u don’t lie and say u did!

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It was getting late. The tv was blaring with some random show that the both of them didn’t have to pay attention to. She was sleeping next to him, a scowl on her face. And Hobie had never felt more alone.

The day was going so well at first. The two of them had all day to spend together. He didn’t have a gig or practice, she didn’t have to work or go to class, they made some sandwiches and had a nice picnic by a river. What went wrong?

What? Is he a fucking idiot? He knows exactly what went wrong.

For months now, Hobie’s been getting into heavier drugs than weed. She was never interested, the ‘don’t do drugs’ campaign going to work in her brain whenever he even mentioned anything else. But, she didn’t judge. She understood that shrooms just weren't for her and he never pressured her or pushed. So, he took them.

The first time was nice. They found that he was a lot more clingy than usual. He opened up more. Touched her more, kissed her more. He even giggled a few times that day.

Then he grew a small tolerance. So he started taking more…and more…and each time something was different. Shrooms made him speak his mind a lot. Sometimes too much and inappropriately. He didn’t know how to get what he was saying across in a way that wouldn’t insult her so he just said what was on his mind.

In the middle of the night, after having a quick dinner at the diner near his apartment, he remembered all the times he’s thought about breaking up with her. Usually, when he would have these thoughts, he swallowed them knowing it was just his paranoia. But his mind was scattered. So he told her. And when she started crying he just sat there and stared. To his defense, at least he looked sorry. But he didn’t take it back. And his explanation was half assed.

“Sometimes, I just get scared for our future. But I try to ignore it because I love you so much. And I know you love me.” That’s…not what he meant to say. He’s scared that he is not enough. That he won’t be able to give her the life she deserves. Why can’t he just say that instead of sitting here and watching her wipe her tears?

How they even came back from that night is nothing short of a miracle. But, Hobie was sure that there was no coming back from this.

It wasn’t until too late that he realized that he isn’t the "Tolerance God" that he seems to think he is. He thinks because he’s not throwing up, seeing smells, and hearing colors that he’s doing just fine. Today, he took more grams than he ever had. 7, to be exact. Along with the lemon tekking, it was certainly the strongest dose he ever had or will have taken. And he can feel it.

She fell asleep hours ago when they got home from their beautiful picnic. She hadn’t spoken a word to him when she got in the bed, the only indication he had of how she felt being the sneer she gave him before she pulled the blanket over herself and turned around. She left no room to cuddle, there were two blankets on the bed and she snatched the entirety of one of them. He deserved it.

“You know babe, you need to grow up, okay?”

Why the hell would he say that? Why did he start thinking about all the faults of their relationship at that moment? About how every fight they had was over something stupid, and even though they weren’t often, they were exhausting. She held onto her anger and refused to let go. It’s been something he’s wanted to talk to her about, but why now? And why like this?

She was laughing before he said that, smiling because they were both gushing about how much they appreciated each other and how excited they are for their future together and then he dropped that bomb. And he smiled while he did it. The way her face dropped and her eyes began to water; he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget it.

He tried saying sorry when they walked in. She didn’t listen. And why would she?

Hobie looks at the back of her head. Then he stared at the ceiling. His heart was beating fast and he started to feel a little sweaty. Taking in some deep breaths, he realizes that his girlfriend giving him the cold shoulder is absolutely not helping his high. He swallows his pride then reaches over to shake her awake.

When she does, she turns to him. She still has that pained and troubled look on her face. He gulps, but can’t stop staring at her. His mouth opens only slightly, and his big brown eyes flicker between hers.

“What is it?” She says quietly, her voice raspy from sleep.

“I just…” he gulps again before taking a part of her blanket and lifting it up, tugging at it slightly. “I wanted to get under the blanket.” His voice is full of vulnerability that he never imagined he’d be capable of.

Unfortunately, she didn’t hear it. “There’s a blanket over there.” She snapped at him.

He looks down at the blanket sitting next to his feet. Then, looking back up at her and pleading with his eyes, he tries again. “I know…but…” Once again, his words are stuck in his throat. He just can’t convey what he was trying to say to her.

‘But I want to be under your blanket. With you. Please?’

He can say that she didn’t give him a chance as she scoffed and tugged her blanket out of his arms and turned back around again, but she was attentively listening before he trailed off. It felt as though the blanket was ripped from his grasp, and he stared in dismay at his hand still reaching out to her. He doesn’t try to wake her up again after that.

His hand falls and he rolls on to his back completely again, staring at the ceiling. Damn. So this was it? Are they really never going to recover from this? There’s no way, right? So why was he feeling so much anxiety? Why was he so terrified?

A tear slips from his eye down the side of his face. Then another. And then another. One by one, salty droplets force themselves out of his eye sockets until he is full on crying. Why is he even crying? He doesn’t know. He just knows that he fucked up and he’s not sure if she’ll forgive him so easily this time.

His brain was working full time filling his head with desolate thoughts about his future with her. He remembers every fight, every mistake, every tear she’s ever shed because of him. Why was she even still with him? He wasn’t a good boyfriend. He never was. Will he ever be? Can he-

“Hobie?”

Unbeknownst to him, his sobbing had woken her up, filling her with worry as soon as she saw his chest shaking. She immediately caressed his face and when she did, as if it was instinct, he turned and embraced her tighter than ever. His crying got louder, his body violently jerking with each sob. She was distraught. This complete and utter dejection was not something she had seen on him before. It was breaking her heart. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” he wailed into her shoulder. He couldn’t seem to keep still, to just hold her in his arms. No matter how tightly he wrapped himself around her, she was still to far away. His hands were ever changing and would grab her waist moving across it in an effort to bring her closer to him. “I’m so sorry.”

She relaxed but only a little. “Aw, baby,” she wipes the tears from his face with her thumb. It was contorted in pain. “It’s okay. I forgive you. I’m not upset with you.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

She shakes her head. “Babe, it’s okay. I promise-“

“I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

She furrowed her brows. “What are you talking about baby?”

What is he talking about? He wasn’t even sure himself. But he knew that he wasn’t happy right now. He continued to cry, his eyes closed and his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry for trying to change you.”

Okay…what? With everything he said, she only got more and more confused. When was he trying to change her? Was it because of what he said? Does he understand why she was even upset about that? “What do you mean? What do you want me to be?”

He took a deep breath and wailed, “My wife.” A long series of sobs escaped him after that.

“I’m going to marry you. You don’t have to be sad.” She said, still not understanding why he was so upset.

He shook his head. She started to let go of his face. “I’m trying to turn you into someone you’re not. That’s why we fight all the time. And I’m sorry.”

She lets go of him and he lets her sit up from the bed and look down at him. They don’t break eye contact for a minute. He looks into her eyes, still crying, but not as violently. She’s terrified. She’s always been smart. She knows exactly what he’s saying. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Yes.”

Her world falls apart. She gasped horrifically, sliding off the bed and standing up to stare at him. Her mouth doesn’t close and now it’s her turn to cry violently. “What?”

“I’m sorry. It’s time.”

“Why? What did I do? What did I do?” She became beside herself. She clutched her shirt as there was nothing she could do that could help with the pain she was feeling.

“You didn’t do anything. It’s not you. I just-” he sat up and on the edge of the bed cutting himself off from trying to explain what he was thinking. But of course, he wasn’t thinking at all, was he? At least not rationally. “I need to really think about what I want out of life.”

Hobie, no. Why are you telling her these things? You want her. She wants you. So fucking make it work. But there isn’t a logical voice in his head and she’s too upset to be a voice of reason as well. So now they’re stuck.

She fell to the ground, collapsed, more like. She cries and heaves into the floor while he just looks at her. Like he always does. He should get up and comfort her the way she comforted him but he doesn’t. Does she even want him to touch her right now?

She looks up at him and desperately pleads, “Please don’t do this to me.” She holds her chest. “I love you so much…”

Yes. She wants him to walk over to her and hold her. But he doesn't. “I love you too, but-”

“Then tell me to lay back down and go to sleep.” He had never heard her beg like this in the 2 1/2 years they had been dating. It was breaking him. But instead, he stood up and opened his bedroom door. She gasped again. “Why are you doing this?”

Hobie grows frustrated with himself, but from the way he starts crying even harder and the angry look he had on his face, it comes off as him being frustrated with her. He grabs his head and repeatedly slams his hand on it as if he’s trying to get his brain to work. “Because,” he spat, “There’s a question in my head and I need to find the answer.”

“And this is the answer?” She asks. “Breaking up with me?”

Hobie doesn’t answer her. He doesn’t know. But, it’s the only answer he has. She breaks down again and hunches over. “You’re breaking my heart.”

“I know,” he said.

Hobie…what the actual fuck are you saying? How could he tell her that? He loves this girl so much and she’s looking at him like she doesn’t recognize him. He’s betrayed her. He’s certain they will never come back from this. Ever.

It takes her some time, but she stands up on her own, still in shock and disbelief. He doesn’t say anything, just watches as she gathers all of her things and walks past him. He follows her out his bedroom door, down the hallway, through the kitchen, through the living room, and finally at the front door.

“When did you stop loving me?” She asked him before he opened the door.

“I haven’t stopped loving you,” he tried to explain.

“Then why are you doing this to me?”

“I don’t know.” He muttered.

Befuddled, she glared at him. “You don’t know? What the fuck does that mean?”

Hobie, again, angry with himself but taking it out on her shouts, “This is about me finding the person I want to marry.”

No. No, no, no, no, NO! Why, Hobie? Why? He didn’t mean that. That’s not what he wanted to say. And he regrets it the moment he says it. She gasped and held her mouth. Then she becomes furious. Hobie’s face jerks to the left and he holds his stinging cheek. He looks back at her, the both of them still crying.

“I fucking hate you.” With that, she walks away.

Hobie stands there for a few moments, trying to understand how everything went so bad in such a small amount of time. Trying to understand why he still wasn’t happy; why he was even more upset than before. That question was still there. He hadn’t answered it. What has he done?

Not long after she left, Hobie grabs his keys and leaves the apartment as well. At first, he doesn’t know where he’s walking. He just doesn’t want to be home right now. He only had his keys and his phone, which died when they got back home. He walked through Brooklyn like a ghost, people moving themselves out of his way and going right back to their own lives.

It felt so surreal that the worst decision he’s ever made in his life was just some odd minutes ago. His entire world was destroyed and he was the one at fault. How could he do this to her? To himself? What was he thinking?

After some time, he stops in front of a townhouse door. These were a lot nicer than his own apartment building, bigger too. They were basically glorified flats, anyway. Fit for a family.

He knocked. The door opened and he came face to face with a close friend of his, Miles Morales. They’ve been inseparable ever since they were kids but in recent years, they’ve grown apart. Hobie was older and had more responsibilities than him while Miles…

Yes, he was younger, but it was only by a few years. He never really seemed to grow. Of course he got taller, added a little more muscle, and he gained a deeper voice, but he was still immature. Hobie didn’t have the energy for that like he used to.

But, Miles was one of his best friends and he didn’t know anyone else who always has their door open.

“ ‘Sup, bruh?” He said, nonchalantly. He walks away and waits by an open door that led downstairs. Hobie takes it as an invitation and walks inside, closing the front door behind him. He follows Miles down the steps to his basement which is basically just a second living room. There was an old couch and a large TV which housed the waiting screen for Overwatch. Of course. Miles was always playing Overwatch.

Miles sits on the couch and looks back at Hobie who was clearly downtrodden. He furrows his brows. “What happened?”

Hobie doesn’t look up from the floor. In a quiet voice he says, “I broke up with Y/N.”

ending a/n: Girl I almost didn't want to proofread this that shit hurted. Just so y’all can rly get the gist abt how strong shrooms are, the dosage you should be taking is 2 grams. Also, lemon tekking (dousing the shrooms in lemon juice) will make it stronger. So 7 grams on top of lemon tekking will fuck you up badly. Don’t do this. Please.

Anywayyyyy, be on the look out for part two, I'm thinking about making this 3 parts depending on how long the second part is. Please let me know what you think! Did it hurt? IT BETTER!

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[prezohhh]

I'm not asking this shit on anon idgaf fr gen srs 100٪. u literally changed my life for the better. i grew up in a conservative canadian small town as an undiagnosed neurodivergent brown skinned Indigenous queer person, and i think i found a safe space where i can express my queerness for the first time in my life, thanks to your community. i never knew i would have so much respect for a white french canadian... anyways...

if u had to hear anything i ever said. just be you and focus yourself at the end of the day. over my 17 years of consuming internet content, burnout is the real killer (other than being a piece of shit and getting exposed for doing such things. if u already done shitty things, ur done, dont even try. get a lowkey job when ur coworkers will never remember ur name and live the shitty life u deserve).

anyways. i hope u know how many ppl appreciate u for just being u. u don't know how much your presence in the popular streamer community is to queer people. even more so when you openly support the trans community during these utterly awful and scary times when it comes to trans rights. thank you so much.

u have singularly improved Indigenous and french canadian relations.

this is a lovely message thank you!!!!

[ineffabledragonfly]

Ranking all of Ariana grande albums. For context im a huge fan, im 20 so was in that age range that essentially grew up seeing her career flourish and I’ve relistened to all of em. Theres a lot of music (particularly pop music because ive been through many phases of hating pop) that’s from my youth that i would never go back to, but never Ariana Grande she’s the artist of our generation.

Also none of them are bad

1- eternal sunshine- feels like a culmination of all of the different styles she’s done into one album, beautifully personal while also being optimistic and positive, even when the topic is sad. This one definitely grew on me when it first came out i liked it but it didn’t rlly have super strong feelings over it,but she recently dropped some live sessions of some of the songs and it RLLY blew me away, which caused me to revisit the album and appreciate it for what it is. It’s an album about genuine healing, whereas ‘thank u, next’ was projecting healing. The album art is simple and gorgeous. In terms of the concept, around the movie ‘eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’: this is my favourite movie OAT, always in my letterboxd top four. Its been a favourite since i was 16 and my initial reaction that she was naming the album after it was ‘eeee🙄’ just bc i cant help but be a gatekeeper and didn’t want all her fans making it their entire personality and acting like it’s their fav movie too😭. And tbf I didn’t see much of that so im cool w it now. I totally see how Ariana saw the connections between these songs and the movie and she’s also said so many times she’s a huge Jim carrey fan so i think it was a beautiful choice. Some have said the ‘concept album’ idea, creating a character ‘peaches’ (ref to clementine) is way to get around her divorce NDA, i dont rlly care either way. I’m a HUGEEE fan of the Jon Brion’s score/soundtrack for the movie listened to it so many times so i was hoping to get some of that soft, minimalistic, dreamy Elliot smith style. But the closest thing to that was probably the title track (where she sampled Imogen heaps ‘just for now’), and it’s so beautiful.

2-positions- its an underrated brilliant album which should’ve got way more hype that it did. It feels like an elevated, mature version of ‘Dangerous Woman’ and had some great features, her and the weeknd are always incredible and the ballad is beautiful. It’s a shock to me that people were underwhelmed by her and doja on motive bc it was so fun and always gets me movin. She also worked w Leon Thomas on ‘safety net’ which is one of her most magical, beautiful songs she’s ever done. Also she looked so good during this era no offense to her eternal sunshine style it’s so pretty and much more my style, but brown hair high ponytail 60s makeup suits her so well😭. I definitely think its a different experience listening to it post divorce, seeing a lot of the song are v sexy and giving honeymoon phase, but then ull hear lyrics like ‘acts so possessive and crazy, but ik its jus cuz u love me’ and songs like off the table and pov which show her vulnerability and insecurity. Idk if this is true but apparently someone commented on an eternal sunshine post saying positions is better and she responded ‘glad u finally like it! :)<3’ which i feel so bad for bc GIRL I WAS THERE. I LIKED IT.

3- dangerous woman- i was obsessed w her before this album but this got me OBSESSED. It’s a complete classic where she rlly showed her RnB skills with her pop skills and solidified her presence in the music industry. The songs are classics and for the most part aged pretty well. They bring you back to that era of music yet still work in this era and people love that. Like she performed into you at the met gala this year and its had a whole resurgence and reminded people of the pop star she truly is, like that fixed her image more than ‘yes, and?’ did. I will say there may be too many songs on it bc some of the pop songs are pretty forgettable. But when i say that know I NEVER MEAN JASONS SONG. That was a hidden gem of a diss track fr.

4- sweetener- sweetener and thank u next had always flip flopped for me in rankings but this recent relisten has made me realise yeah this has totally aged super well. Pharrells producing is super cool and unique and she’s definately implemented that style going forward, even though fans weren’t super receptive of it it doesn’t feel dated at all. If anything she was ahead of the curve. Girl literally started everyone typing in just lowercase and the upside down thing, all style and fashion choices she made during this time ud catch girls in school doing it too including me she was unstoppable. REM is iconic, and theres underrated gems like her cover of goodnight n go, and borderline. Also i wanna say people joke abt the song pete davidson abt how she shouldn’t have called it that, but like hearing the vibes of the song and the fact that theres so many jokes abt Pete Davidson being a women magnet it’s genius. Like imagine a small indie artist singing that cute dreamy love song and calling it pete davidson it would be fucking hilarious.

5- thank u, next- ik this is her pièce de résistance and i think it’s a great album, you rlly do get the sense that its all her emotions that were overwhelming her that she needed to get out as soon as possible. The trap style is great, with ‘in my head’ being a standout, it’s evident comparing to the rest of her stuff it’s her equivalent to a rebellious phase. It’s superrrr personal, almost too personal, not for the listeners but for her considering she said she didn’t wanna put ‘ghostin’ on the album but scooter kept pushing it. Beautiful song, but so sad. I just dont find myself revisiting a lot of them apart from in my head bc they just feel so of that time and no longer my thing.

6- yours truly- rlly cute album especially for a debut beginning of her black and white yet feline and feminine aesthetic. Luvvvedd the tenth anniversary lives she did, The Way will forever be a classic. The right there mv was everything to me as a kid. Her n big Sean were so good together their songs always hit. Putting this low bc why was there random EDM breaks at the end of some song nOt necessary gurl. And also she’s improved SO MUCH since this and it was such a strong debut its crazy

7- my everything- dont get me wrong this is great album started showing us her rnb n hip hop side, love her songs w big Sean, best mistake is one of her best songs, also be my baby (she always killed it w cashmere cat). Just the songs aren’t anything super crazy or unique theyre just 2014 hit singles if she kept up w this style instead of maturing w dangerous woman she would not be where she is now. But remember when she started a whole challenge of trying to sit on a stool bc of this album cover? Shes always got people talking even when she’s not trying.

[highlordofkrypton]

Clark ☺️

I-- U REALLY WANNA SEE ME EMBARRASS MYSELF ON MY HUH

How I feel about this character

My love, my life, my entire sunshine. Clark is a character that has been with me for a long time. I grew up watching him with my family and I don't have a great relationship w/ my parents, but Smallville and the OG Superman movies with Christopher Reeve are the only times we would get together and be normal. I actually don't have many other good memories of my childhood. The rest is absence or trauma!

Also, the irony of my love of Superman is when people tell me I should be nicer and absolutely good because I like him. I will poo poo on any man that tells me that, BUT I do believe in being the change I wanna see in the world which is why I choose to act with kindness first, etc. People forget Superman can be firm too.

I just think Clark Kent is such a positive and human character with great empathy. What a beautiful duality, an alien with godly powers who reflects the most wonderful parts of humanity. I know a lot of people think he's boring, too, but I think he goes through so much.

This character is my peace.

ANYWAY, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!! MY LIL SUNSHINE ABSORBER!!!

Random story that had me wheezing in a high tea shop that you might find funny @tamlindair bc you'd know who this actor is, I have a Superman tattoo and he is not based on any real person (I specifically asked the tattoo artist who IS NOT BROWN BTW to not model him after any actor), and one of the hostesses who was brown asked me "OMG IS THAT SHAH RUKH KHAN AS SUPERMAN?" I cried I'm ITS NOT BUT LIKE HOW RANDOM 😂 (me when this happened: 🥲😭 )

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Everyone. Literally everyone. You give me a character and I will make it work. Who I've written him with so far (not all of them worked out): Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Orm Marius, Gojo Satoru, Lambert (Witcher series), Thomas Wayne, Diana Prince, uh... that's who I can think of for now!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

BARRY ALLEN!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOOOOOD DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THEIR MIDWESTERN BESTFRIENDSHIP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. It also helps that my writing partner's main muse is Barry, so they have been up to soooo many shenanigans and supportive of each other.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I like seeing the weight on Clark's shoulders when it comes to saving the world, it's one of the things I appreciated with the Zack Snyder series, if nothing else. I wish it wasn't the only thing showcased in that version because there's something to be said about the loneliness of hearing all the world's pain and still choosing to smile. I don't see many people diving into the loneliness/depression, but that could also be me projecting in my writing who knows! Either way, no matter how heavy things get, there's a reason he's called the Man of Tomorrow. (At least, that's how I like to see it 😊

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Oh my god, there's SO MUCH that happens in canon that I can't keep up. I'm not up to date with current comics, especially Supersons, but I really wish that there was more nuance to the choice of Clark having a child with Lois. I always imagined Lois to be hyper career driven, and I really like the idea of house-husband Clark. I wish we would see more of that; I know they both would support each other and prioritize their careers, but I'm really fond of Clark being a stay-at-home dad doing domestic things and helping Jon with silly school things. Love those lighthearted moments.

OH and I will ALWAYS take more of Clark with his nephews and nieces in the batfam (AND MORE FLASHFAM LOVE FROM CLARK TOO!!!) Barry and Clark deserve more screentime and adventures together, it would be SO wholesome!!

[pleasantspark]

I Can't Imagine A Future Without You (Oneshot) Jeice x Zarbon's Daughter! OC (Mikumi) Genre: Angst & Hurt/Comfort Tropes: Third Class Act Misunderstanding Warnings: Awful Australian Accent Incoming! AUs Utilized: Overhaul AU

Age 577.

Jeice found himself pondering. He was walking around deep in thought. He was... Debating something. He's been dating Mikumi, Zarbon's Daughter for years. And... He loved her. But when he was talking to her about their previous relationships. He found out that she was involved with Captain Ginyu, and that they had a child together but it passed.

Jeice normally wouldn't care, but... He couldn't help but feel insecure knowing his own leader was involved with his girlfriend in the past. Jeice... Did know. But it didn't bother him, before she said all this. And now, he felt like he wasn't good for her. Ginyu was his leader, he was his second in command and he valued him.

But why was he jealous? Mikumi loved him and only him... He knew what he had to do. So he steeled himself and walked to her room. Upon arriving he took a deep breath.

"Mikumi, we need ta talk." He said.

"About what?" Her angelic voice said, Jeice only felt more guilty about what he was about to say.

"About us… Fahkin' too right, mate." Jeice said, Mikumi frowned.

"What about us?" Mikumi asked once more.

"U-Um..." Jeice swallowed a lump he didn't even know was there.

Come on, Jeice. Ya can say it. Just tell hah ya want ta break up. Give hah the bloody, "it's not ya, it's me."

Jeice was struggling, he couldn't bring himself to... Well, speak. But seeing her face, he finally decided to do it. He took a deep breath.

"Well, I want to bre-" Before he can say it, a bright light engulfed the room and caused Jeice to shield his eyes, Mikumi did too, and when the light subsided, he saw a figure that looked similar to him, light red skin- though, his was dark red. Golden Eyes, White hair similar to his, he wore a ripped denim jacket that was black and had a dark red undershirt, ripped blue jeans with a brown belt and holster with a gun, and white socks with red and white sneakers.

This kid was a carbon copy of him, down to the look, and exception of eyes. Jeice blinked a bit and before he could speak the kid spoke up.

"I'm JJ, I am here to say, whatever you're going to say next is going to ruin things." The kid now known as JJ said.

"Wat ahah ya saying?" Jeice asked.

"I'm saying, don't do what you're about to do." JJ urges.

"Wy?" Jeice asked once more.

"Just don't. It'll effect the future." JJ said.

JJ Lebeau, was someone who spent most of his days cleaning up any messes in any timeline. Mostly ones interlinked with his personal life. He wasn't like his associate Trunks at all when it came to fixing the past and protecting everyone there. JJ wanted to ensure his spot in the multiverse he grew up in.

So mix in his job with his passion for his family and you get a cocktail of conflicts. JJ was supposed to work with other universe's as part of his job but he couldn't help it if he hears a call from a Universe that had an instance of his parents being at the verge of a breakup he'd go.

But currently this doesn't matter, the universe he went to WAS the universe where he was conceived in. If he didn't do anything to prevent them from breaking up. His existence would be nothing essentially.

By this time, you already are well aware that JJ is Jeice and Mikumi's son from the future. A fact that he kept from any iteration of his parents as per the rules of the Time Patrol Squad. Atleast with their branch of things.

Time Patrollers are often sent to fix "Timeline Issues" they aren't directly allowed to speak to the people who they are interacting with. While what he and his buddies do are fixing timelines that had been damaged during shenanigans. Think of Zamasu and Goku Black.

JJ was born as Jeice Junior. His mom and dad had named him that because according to his Dad, he was "special and your mom wanted to show how much she loved me." If he was a girl they would have named him Jeica. Although he remembered having a sister named Jeica...

His parents were very much in love which he found very sweet. But things got very ugly quick in the past. Apparently his parents were going to break up because his father- with his unresolved insecurities and jealousy issues- had found out that Ginyu, someone who JJ considered a family friend and Uncle was involved with his Mom in the past.

His father freaked out and instead of telling his mother about his insecurity was preparing to break up with her. JJ knew he has to do something and that's what he did.

Currently, Jeice was confused about the male in front of him. He just told him... About how he'd regret his decision. What does this stranger who looks suspiciously like him.

He began to believe there's something more to this kid then there is. And he turned to face Mikumi.

"Mikumi… We'll av this chat lader." Jeice said.

"No, we need to discuss this now, you don't simply just come in here and ask to talk about our relationship and not do anything!" Mikumi snaps.

Jeice winced, he felt like a bad boyfriend now.

"I… I look, i was garn ta ask ta break up-" Jeice starts.

"Why?"

"I said I was not liyyke I was garn ta do it!" Jeice argues.

"I need to fucking know why!" Mikumi snaps.

"It's because of Ginyu okay!" Jeice said.

Mikumi was shocked. "G-Ginyu? Why?" She asked.

"…It's… I don't know, I am fahkin' afraid that ya… Might leave me fawr him. I would nevah be as good as gold as him!" Jeice said, he was on the verge of tears.

"...Jeice, I... I would never leave you... Why are you saying all this?" Mikumi asked.

"Evah since ya tol' me about ya 'n ginyu's past… I was fahkin' afraid ya might leave me fawr my best cobber." Jeice sobs on the floor. Mikumi looked at Jeice worried and hugged him.

"Jeice... I would never leave you... I love you too much for that to be a thing." Mikumi said, wiping his tears away.

"I know, i just… Seein' ya get too close… I.. Can't help but think it." Jeice said.

"Because I was with Ginyu in the past doesn't mean I would go back with him. I... I love you and only you..." Mikumi said.

"…I… I know… I'm sawrry…" Jeice said.

"I love you, never forget this..." Mikumi said.

JJ looked at his "parents" and disappeared.

Mikumi looked to where JJ was and turned to face Jeice.

"Where did he go?" Mikumi asked.

"I don't know, but i reckon i found out wat he reminded me of." Jeice said.

"Who?"

"I reckon that's our son."

[borathae]

Chapter 29

Or maybe it is the knowledge that just three staircases below you and behind far too many doors, Taehyung was still standing chained up in a cold, lonely room. :(

Why does it feel like no time had passed and yet at the same time as if far too much time had passed? yeah i mean time skip exists lol but fr mood

Or maybe it is this dreadful smell, which has been ever so present in your room. Like oakwood and myrrh. You hate this smell. It is not a particularly bad smell as for example rotten eggs or spoiled milk, instead you really hate the memories you are starting to connect with it. where did we smell oakwood before

Maybe on other days you would have called it beautiful, but not anymore. noo :(

Running comes hard for you and yet that is all you can do right now. Run and run and run and run away from the heartbreak. everything hurts 😭😭 *plays life is worth living

oh kook is leaving 😭😭😭 our boi grew up and is now moving out

omg the dark voices calling us again, is it kook? or someone else? also why is that smell there? is one of them so upset to the point its stinking for a human like her? is it tae? another prisoner?

whats going on ANSWER HER QUESTIONS ASSHOLE

t is so quiet in this room that one could hear a needle hit the floor. teachers would kill for this

HOBI I LOVE YOU

oh jin who was it? or do u not remember ? DID U FUCKING HURT TAE??? NO NO U DID NOT YOONGI U MOTHERFUKER *sighs *reads the list 3 times

PERIOD BOO WE ARE BITCHSLAPPING EVERYONE AT THIS POINT “His silence? That is all you had? Taehyung has been refusing to talk for weeks. His silence means nothing.” FUCKING REAL

HOBI I LOVE YOU PT2 (hold on i have lost count actually) at this point FUCK EVERYONE, hobi lets hold hands and walk into the sunset bye

WDYM no he didnt YOONGI? U COULD HAVE SAID THIS IDK A FEW DAYS AGO??? MONTHS AGO???

“She is still alive. She begged them to turn her and so Jimin did.” LE GASP (totally didnt see everyone talking about emma, yeah never saw that) ok i knew she may or may not exist, but i didnt know she become a gluten

20 PEOPLE DAMN fuck they could have planned it better are we going to see her anytime soon?

huh whats going on? see for yourself??

You are on a dirty cobblestone street. It smells of rotting flesh and feces. You gag, covering your nose with your hand to fight off the stench. Gloves? You look at them, then down your body. A corset? A long dress? Why are you wearing clothes of a different century? ohh we are seeing memories SHE FOR THE COBBLESTONES (sorry i had to lol)

“Be grateful. You don’t want this burden”, Yoongi says coldly, is it referring to burden as in unable to forget bad memories and bad memories/nightmares being too realistic and detailed?

We remember things that are important to us, the rest we forget piece by piece until we wander on empty streets and pass by unknown shadows.” hmm guess there is a price to for soo many memories, even our memories become less detailed over time, videos turning into picture like memories, forgetting their voice, favorite stuff etc

why are we in a hurry? its ur memories right? does it do something to him? yeah hobi's right, where is our body and what is it doing?? is the smell coming from the dead people?

wow yoongi is immersed in the memory, no wonder he wanted to hurry It frightens Emma, forcing her to make one wrong move noo

NOO JIN LEFT WHATS GOES ON MAN “I don’t know. You always have an answer” fr mood, this reminded me of mom, cuz i always say this to her lol

“No you won’t”, Yoongi stops you FUCK OFF THIS HAPPENED CUZ U ALLOWED IT AND DIDNT SAY THIS BEFORE AND NO U DONT ALLOW HER TO TALK TO TAEHYUNG wow he really has the audacity to use tae as a leverage

“You’ll be grateful once you understand” yeah ik i will, and then i will simp over you at that time, until then let me be angry at you pookie

sibi what have you done to me why am i sweating over a fiction 😭😭 why am i seeing brown filters and balls in my dreams? why are you giving me mood swings from simping too hard 😽 to crying over cuteness overload😻 and angst😿 to pissed off 😾to happy happy happy😸

oh no we are at his wing 😭😭😭 is jimin coming back?😭when will he come back? i only got to cry over for him for a few paragraphs and then bam im crying over his death

Although the moon is the only thing illuminating your path this paragraph is so good, idk what to say cuz im busy being nostalgic over that stargazing night oh yeah the portrait 😭 THE BEIGE JUMPER 😭😭😭 u are really coming for my tears huh OH NO THE SURPRISE dont look LOOK AT IT dont look LOOK AT IT noo he painted her 😭😭fuck no

the date, its soo sweet and cute UFKC u should have written it before his death it would be more cute then tear jerker (but that was the plan huh? u cute lil shit i love you, my emotions are a mess and i love this universe soo much, i wanna exist in it, actually u write so well,it is easily able to feel like u are her, without being a personality less character)

It is just how you had imagined it. Taehyung remembered. no no no 😭😭 free him please

her outburst is truly understandable but some stuff is untrue, but again she is not in a good state of mind she is beyond pissed

wow im really sniffling

oh kook is leaving 😭😭😭 our boi grew up and is now moving out

like he is actually moving closer to us and yet it's so sad that he moves out :(

omg the dark voices calling us again, is it kook? or someone else? also why is that smell there? is one of them so upset to the point its stinking for a human like her? is it tae? another prisoner?

interesting questions indeed 👀

oh jin who was it? or do u not remember ? DID U FUCKING HURT TAE??? NO NO U DID NOT YOONGI U MOTHERFUKER *sighs *reads the list 3 times

jfadjsj

WDYM no he didnt YOONGI? U COULD HAVE SAID THIS IDK A FEW DAYS AGO??? MONTHS AGO???

lmaoao for real

“She is still alive. She begged them to turn her and so Jimin did.” LE GASP (totally didnt see everyone talking about emma, yeah never saw that) ok i knew she may or may not exist, but i didnt know she become a gluten

I'm sorry but fjadsjf "a gluten" fadsjf Emma be like 🌾

20 PEOPLE DAMN fuck they could have planned it better are we going to see her anytime soon?

mhhm god question 👀

“Be grateful. You don’t want this burden”, Yoongi says coldly, is it referring to burden as in unable to forget bad memories and bad memories/nightmares being too realistic and detailed?

I think it's a mixture of both 😭

We remember things that are important to us, the rest we forget piece by piece until we wander on empty streets and pass by unknown shadows.” hmm guess there is a price to for soo many memories, even our memories become less detailed over time, videos turning into picture like memories, forgetting their voice, favorite stuff etc

yes gosh :( I'm sad that they do :( especially my memories with my grandpa I would love to keep :(

why are we in a hurry? its ur memories right? does it do something to him? yeah hobi's right, where is our body and what is it doing?? is the smell coming from the dead people?

the smell is just London in 1800-something where sanitary systems were basically the streets and the Thames BHAHAHAH 💀 the bodies are currently passed out back in the estate 👀

“No you won’t”, Yoongi stops you FUCK OFF THIS HAPPENED CUZ U ALLOWED IT AND DIDNT SAY THIS BEFORE AND NO U DONT ALLOW HER TO TALK TO TAEHYUNG wow he really has the audacity to use tae as a leverage

YES THIS BUT THEN you rememeber that maybe he doesn't want her to see him right now because he doesn't want her to see him in a tortured beat up state and he wants to save her from that trauma and you just start crying 😭

sibi what have you done to me why am i sweating over a fiction 😭😭 why am i seeing brown filters and balls in my dreams? why are you giving me mood swings from simping too hard 😽 to crying over cuteness overload😻 and angst😿 to pissed off 😾to happy happy happy😸

ah yes my job here is done

oh no we are at his wing 😭😭😭 is jimin coming back?😭when will he come back? i only got to cry over for him for a few paragraphs and then bam im crying over his death

hahhahah I don't think that Jimin is coming back my dear 😔

the date, its soo sweet and cute UFKC u should have written it before his death it would be more cute then tear jerker (but that was the plan huh? u cute lil shit i love you, my emotions are a mess and i love this universe soo much, i wanna exist in it, actually u write so well,it is easily able to feel like u are her, without being a personality less character)

gaah that is very lovely to hear!! thank you so much heheeh 💜💜

[billowypantss]

why did i write a hunger games fic u ask? i’ll raise u one better. HOW did i write a hunger games fic

worse games to play

He's dead before he hits the ground.

(Or, Rue lives. It changes things).

Rue screams, and all Katniss hears is Prim.

It’s Prim’s scream, crying out for Katniss to help her, save her, keep her safe, and so Katniss runs. 

She tears through the trees, stumbling as she goes, following nothing but instinct, her heart beating so fast in her chest that it threatens to burst, thorns and branches cutting into her skin, but she can’t see anything, can’t feel anything, can’t think anything that isn’t Prim, Prim, Prim, Prim.

And then she’s bursting through the forest into a small clearing and there she is—there’s Prim, all tangled in a net, her eyes wide and scared and wet and brown—

Brown?

Katniss skids to a halt, her brain finally catching up to her in one split second as reality slams over her.

She’s in the games.

That girl, tangled in the net—it’s Rue.

Not Prim.

Rue.

Prim is safe. Prim is at home. Prim is not in this arena— never this arena.

Katniss’s heart slows down. She releases a breath. It’s just a net. Katniss can handle a net.

Rue , she almost calls out, the start of a smile on her tongue, when there is the smallest, tiniest, wisp of a crunch to her left. She doesn’t even think. She turns and shoots. There is a thunk as the arrow hits its mark—a boy—District 5?—who stares at her, wide eyed and open mouthed as he falls, a spear tumbling from his hand.

He’s dead before he hits the ground.

Rue screams again, and Katniss turns away from the boy, trying to ignore that she just killed a person—a living, breathing human person —but it was for Rue (for Rue!), and she is running again. Katniss throws the net off her, and Rue throws herself at her. Katniss catches her, burying her face in Rue’s hair, breathing in her scent, dirty and metallic and musty, but alive .

Katniss , Rue cries into her arms. Katniss .

Prim , Katniss does not say. Prim .

Katniss only tightens her grip on the little girl in her arms, her heartbeat slowing and relief flooding her body.

They are safe.

Both of them are whole and alive and safe.

They’re safe.

For now.

***

If she had been anyone else, she wouldn’t have noticed him. But she grew up in a household that shook when the head of it entered, where you always had to be on alert—on guard.

A household where you had to learn how to make yourself small, quiet, and above all, fast. If you weren’t alert enough, invisible enough, quick enough, you wouldn’t survive.

Sometimes she thinks the games were made specifically for her. Or that maybe he had seen the games and the state of their finances and had known she was likely to be reaped, and so he had decided that the best way to prepare her was to train her. Maybe this was the only way he knew to protect her. Maybe his cruelty had actually been kindness.

An act of love, even.

Probably not.

But the thought was nice. It was all of her “training” that had allowed her to survive this long, that was for sure. It was also the reason she spotted him.

She froze, thinking this was some sort of trap set by the boy, but after a few moments when he didn’t move, she sank low to the ground and crawled closer to get a better look.

He was covered in some sort of colored substance that allowed him to almost blend into the forest floor. She would have been impressed with the shading had she seen him under any other circumstance. But this was the Games. Her eyes traveled down his body to what she thought was his leg. A deep red stripe glared back at her, almost black and soaking through the boy’s clothes.

She approached him slowly, cautiously. It was only when she was inches away from him that he noticed her. He seemed startled, jerking backwards with wide eyes.

He probably thought she was here to kill him.

She probably should kill him.

But she was curious. She always had been, no matter how much she tried to stifle that particular trait of hers.

Curiosity killed the cat, as they say.

She studied him, as his chest rose and fell rapidly in his panic, though he made no indication that he was going to run away. He probably couldn’t , she thought. His leg was really bad. She leaned in closer, and he flinched, closing his eyes tightly as his body tensed. Preparing for death.

She still couldn’t quite tell who it was. Maybe the boy from twelve. How he got so good at camouflage in twelve, she didn’t know. But he wasn’t one of the careers, which was enough for her to relax just a bit.

Though not all the way.

She moved her gaze down to his leg, where the injury was. It didn’t look good. She could tell he had lost a lot of blood. Keeping her face impassive, she flicked her eyes up to his. He had opened his eyes, probably surprised he wasn’t dead already.

He would be soon.

And it would be horrible. She could feel the sun beating down on her back through the trees, and smell the piss from his body. He would die slowly and painfully. A terrible fate.

She sighed, but so quiet and small that no one but her could hear or see. She stood up. She met his gaze again. He didn’t look scared anymore. A little confused. A little pained. But mostly tired.

She could understand that.

And perhaps that’s what made her stick her hand in her pocket, kneel down, unfurl his shaking fingers, and press two small berries into his palm before sprinting away once again, gone as quick as she appeared.

A minute later, a cannon boomed throughout the arena.

***

Clove was a natural killer.

She was born one, stealing her mother’s last breaths as she took her first ones. Her father didn’t hold it against her. She was lucky like that. She knew some people would have held some resentment for this child, a stranger, taking away the love of their life, but fortunately, Clove’s father hadn’t cared much for her mother anyways. He didn’t really care much for Clove, either, except for when she made him.

She killed for him in the beginning because he always had had a fascination with the games. She thought he’d like it if she could win for him. But then she found she quite liked it, the killing. And then she started killing for herself. A modern woman, she liked to think. She was so excited to volunteer, especially when she saw it was Cato she was going in with.

Here was some real competition. He would be fun to play with, but even more fun to kill. She smiled every time she thought of it, taking his face in her hands, gently, soft, caressing, before she snaps his neck and he crumbles in her arms, his body slumped against hers, his head tucked into her shoulder, and she would kiss the top of his head and lean him back, brush his hair out of his eyes, and then let go. He would drop to the floor like deadweight, because that’s what he’d be—dead—and she would have been the one to kill him, she would have had that power, and she would have been victorious. She thought about it a lot.

In fact, she was thinking exactly that when Thresh smashes her head in.

***

Thresh shakes when he kills Clove.

He makes it look like rage, because that’s what they expect from him, and his mother taught him that the best way to avoid the bad things is to be what they want you to be. When you’re defying expectations, you’re not keeping a very low profile. And so when his sponsors look at him and see his muscled arms and tall stature and his narrowed eyes and see a killing machine, he lets them.

Doesn’t matter that he’s only tall because his dad is tall, or that he’s only bulky from all his years logging, and that had he had a choice, he wouldn’t be doing manual labor. Doesn’t matter that all Thresh has ever wanted to do was be a bug scientist. An entomologist, his grandma said they used to be called. They studied insects. She only knew about them because her mom had told her about all the different jobs people used to have.

Entomologist .

He used to whisper the word to himself on those long afternoons endlessly hacking down trees, chanting it like it was his lifeline. A dream to aspire to. He knew he would never get to be an entomologist. Logically, he knew that. But it still shocked him when his name was called during the reaping, shocked him to realize that he never truly would get to study his bugs.

His mentor told him he would have to kill someone if he wanted any chance of survival.

Just one or two kills, his mentor had said, his smile strained and his eyes too bright, just to show them that you can; make their investment look smart. Then you’ll get their help.

Thresh didn’t like thinking about having to kill anyone. He had never killed anyone or anything—even when he was little, he had an intrinsic belief in the value of all living things. He cried once when he accidentally crushed a spider while trying to capture it and release it back into the wild.

But now he would have to kill a human.

He thought that once he got to the arena, he would somehow be so scared that killing wouldn’t seem as hard. But the feeling of horror and deep wrongness about the idea of murder stayed with him even after the games began. If anything, they worsened. To distract himself, Thresh would lay under the stars and recite the names of bugs he knew until his brain shut itself off from exhaustion.

During the day, he would focus on surviving, on getting food to eat and water to drink, mostly subsisting off berries (because he couldn’t get farther than trapping an animal to eat before releasing it as his stomach rolled).

He was three days into the games, still with no kills under his belt, when he saw the boy and girl from one in a distant clearing. He was thirsty, having drank all the water in the pack he had grabbed from the cornucopia.

If you want help, just ask for it , he heard his mentor’s voice in the back of his head.

Thresh knew how to ask for it.

He knew as soon as he saw the two careers what he was going to have to do if he wanted to live. And Thresh did want to live. Maybe it was selfish, especially when there were kids younger than him here who deserved to live more than him, a practical adult. He had turned sixteen a month before the reaping. Little Rue, who Thresh had forced himself not to think about, was only twelve.

Maybe it was because he was selfish, or maybe because he knew he was going to die anyways, but whatever the reason, Thresh felt himself pick up a rock, carefully creep up behind the girl, and bring his rock down on her head as hard as he could.

She crumbles immediately, her body contorting in on itself and landing with a soft thud. He stares down at her, ignoring the career boy’s surprised shout.

Huh , he manages to think before he felt a sharp pain in his back, mushed like a bug .

And then Thresh thinks no more.

***

Cato is angry.

He’s always angry. He’s not angry at anyone in particular. He’s not angry at his situation, or at the world. He’s just angry, always. When he’s awake, when he’s asleep. He’s angry before he gets reaped, he’s angry when he volunteers, he’s angry when he trains, he’s angry when the games start, he’s angry he has to work with Clove, he’s angry when she dies. The only time he’s not angry is when he’s killing someone. That takes the angry away, if only for a minute, and he feels pure ecstasy. It’s a high he has to chase.

He feels the relief when he kills the boy from eleven. But then there’s no left around him who can be killed, so he gets angry again. He stalks through the forest, alone now. He thinks about who is left, and how it should be easy to kill the remaining tributes, if only he could find one.

Girl from five.

Girl from eleven.

Girl from twelve.

He’s surprised any of them have lasted this long, except for the girl from twelve. Katniss Everdeen, with her stupid eleven and her stupid dress. He’s angry just thinking about her.

He gets angrier and angrier, and he gets so angry that he almost doesn’t notice the flash of red next to him.

Almost.

He whips around just in time to see the tiny girl from five shove a knife into his stomach. Cato grunts, surprised for only a moment, and then his training kicks in and then his knife is in the girl’s chest. She gasps, her hands flying down to where the knife rests, lodged in her chest. Right where her heart is. She’s dead in seconds.

As Cato watches the light fade from her eyes, he feels one last stab of euphoria coarse through his veins.

When he bleeds out an hour later, it’s with a smile on his face.

***

It isn't supposed to be them.

They hear the second cannon on the last day during breakfast, only a couple minutes after the first. Katniss’s heart stops beating for a moment, and Rue inhales sharply.

That’s… that’s all of them , Rue says.

There’s something lodged in Katniss’s throat and she can’t swallow.

But that means , Rue starts, and then her voice cuts off.

Katniss stares at her plate, unseeing. Her ears are ringing.

That means we’re the only ones left.

When they had heard the first cannon, Katniss had felt relieved. One more competitor down. She assumed it was Foxface, but it could have been Cato. That would be good. Either way, Katniss and Rue would confront the last of the tributes, and then… and then there would be a winner. Katniss was trying not to think too hard about it. The fact that there was only one winner. The adrenaline was propelling her forward, giving her something else to focus on. A task.

Kill everyone.

Survive.

Protect Rue.

But now there was no one to protect Rue from. No one but herself.

Katniss? Rue whispers.

She sounds scared. Katniss doesn’t look up at her.

Do we… do we split up?

Katniss thinks of Prim, of Gale, of her mother.

Or should we… should I…

Katniss imagines killing herself. She imagines her family watching, Prim sobbing, Gale standing there with clenched fists and his jaw tight. Gale taking care of Prim, of her mother. Them healing and growing without her. She imagines Rue returning to her family, smiling her beautiful smile and being wrapped up in the arms of people who love her.

They’d be okay.

They all would.

She looks at Rue, who is crying, shaking, holding her plate in her little hand so tight that her knuckles have turned white. Katniss closes her eyes.

I’m sorry, Prim, she thinks.

And then she picks up her bow and shoots Rue in the chest.

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Ladies and gentlemen, Seneca Crane’s voice crackles through the speakers. I give you the winner of the 74th Annual Hunger Games: Katniss Everdeen.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43383900

[weirdprophetess]

been seeing people talk about Ethel Cain a lot and had chills the entire time i watched her perform Morning Elvis with Florence so I'm playing Preacher's Daughter for the first time and writing notes as I go

fair warning this is an incredibly long post

first of all i have to say i love this album cover the dark warm browns are gorgeous and really give off that rural small town vibe and i read a few articles about her so i know she grew up in a place like that and the album title is describing her because her dad was a deacon of the church her and her family grew up in

the basssss the bass starting family tree ooooooohhhhh i love that

these crosses all over my body remind me of who i used to be and christ forgive these bones im hiding from no one successfully jesus can always reject his father but he cannot escape his mothers blood W H A T

THE BEATSSS THEYRE SO DARK AND DRAMATIC AND ATMOSPHERIC IM SCREAMING IM ONE MINUTE IN AND THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST ALBUM INTRO IVE EVER HEARD

my brain chemistry has already been altered i instantly need this on vinyl

loveee the guitar starting off american teenagerrrrrr

the suspended vocalization tooooooo)(U*U@PIHF@

i love love love her voice its so rich and she does deep and high notes both so amazingly welllllllll screaming

the melody the flow of the lyrics the beat the synthy floaty sounds im deadddd i love thissss i want to rip it apart like soft hot bread and eat ittttt

SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOU F I S T S FOR ONCE

MAIN CHARACTER TYPE SONG I LOVE THE IRONY I LOVE TEH SADNESS IM GOING TO WALK AROUND TO THIS SO MUCH THAT IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST HONORS I CAN GIVE A SONG @mothercain YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE BITCHHHH

I HAVE FINISHED TWO SONGS AND ITS ALREADY MY NEW PERSONALITY TIME TO HYPERFIXATE FOR MONTHS AND LET IT TAKE OVER THIS WHOLE FUCKING BLOG

THE SUSPENDED PIANO NOTES FOR HOUSE IN NEBRASKA???? Y E S

THE ECHOEY VOCALS MAKE ME INSANE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RENDING MY GARMENTS GNASHING MY TEETH OH MY GODDDDDD

I STILL CALL HOME THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA WHERE WE FOUND EACH OTHER IN A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE SECOND FLOOR WHERE THE WORLD WAS EMPTY SAVE YOU AND I WHERE YOU CAME AND I LAUGHED AND YOU LEFT AND I CRIED WHERE YOU TOLD ME EVEN IF WE DIED TONIGHT THAT ID DIE YOURS

YOU KNOW I STILL WAIT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT MAYBE YOULL COME BACK AROUND I HAVE FULL BODY CHILLSSSSSS

THE ROCK GUITAR SMASHING IN AND BEING SO CRUNCHY GODDDDDDDDD

He's never looked more beautiful on his Harley in the parking lot breaking into the ATMs sleeping naked when it gets too hot from what ive heard people say about Lana Del Rey's music this sounds like she might've been an influence

show me how much i mean to you while im lying in these sheets undressed id hold the gun if you ask me to but if you love me like you say you do would you ask me to troubles always gonna find you baby but so will i crying only because im happy hold me across every state line im never gonna leave you baby even if you lose whats left of your mind cause you know ill be right there beside you riding through those western nights

ooh there's another song called family tree the first one was family tree (intro) but there's track five without (intro) delicious

oohhhhhooohohoho same first two lines but then new lyrics

give myself up to him in offering let him make a woman out of me ooooh hoo hoo hooooo

so family tree is a banger

i immediately thought emo cowboy on hearing those lyrics and google actually gave me that so thank you whoever made this image because its truly the essence of this album

the next one is hard times and the first thing i thought of was paramore ive been obsessed with that song lately

nine going on eightaayynn lay it on meeeeeeheeeeheeeee yessssss

im tiiiiired of you too tiiiiired to leave im tiiiired of you still tiiiiied to meeeee

I MET YOU THERE IN TEXAS

MY ASS WHO LIVES IN TEXAS👀👀👀

i met you there in texas somewhere on the thoroughfare on the side of the road with a pistol in my pocket i didnt trust no one but you said baby dont run ill take you anywhere

AND YOU SAID HEY DO YOU WANNA SEE THE WEST WITH MEEEHEEEEEE CAUSE LOVES OUT THERE AND I CANT LEAVE IT BEEEEEE AND I SAID HONEY LOVES NEVER MEANT MUCH TO ME BUT ILL COME WITH YOU IF YOURE SURE ITS WHAT YOU NEED

love love lovvveeeeee the beat that comes in a bit before that part

sad cowgirl winter lets go girls

i am halfway through this album and ive made more notes than i have for some albums twice the length thats how good 13 track albums always are

its not a real cowboy album if youre not spending the last two minutes of a nine and a half minute song just vocalizing

oh the nexts songs called gibson girl ive heard of that but i forgot what it is hang on

a type of drawing by a man named Charles Gibson of the ideal woman of the 1890s ooh should be interesting

the intro for this songgggg

the production is the fucking besttttt

the echoes for this one too yesss i love this shitttt

i dont even know what image to put this over but just youre all the same black leather and dark glasses pourin another while i shake my ass hes cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed obsession with the money addicted to the drugs says hes in love with my body thats why hes fucking it up

the guitar breakkkkkkk:PO(*&^%$^;l;pqokpiaw

next ones name is ptolemaea so lemme go look that up too

oh yeahhh that greek astrologer dude okay

ooh the distortion in the beginningggg

the intensity building is so horror-like i love it

the screech on the last stop made me jump a lil goodbye

I am the face of loves rage what the fuck

the guitar and drums all getting more intense after that line remind of of the end of I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers ill take ten million more songs with that please

the entire ending um???

its a good thing i decided to listen to this album around noon and not the middle of the night because i love demonic speaking parts but not when my eyes arent adjusted to the dark girl

ooh august underground is an instrumental i went to look up the lyrics and apparently its named after a horror film trilogy so ill probably check that out soon

televangelism is also purely instrumental and genius says its ethels ascent to heaven as music god this sounds gorgeous

what i wouldnt give to be in church this sunday listening to the choir so heartfelt all singing god loves you but not enough to save you so good luck on your own baby so i said fine cause thats how my daddy raised if they strike one once then you just hit em twice as hard but in the end the fire bent under the weight they gave me and this heart would break and fall twice as far eating these lyrics

WE ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES THE MORE IT HURTS THE LESS IT SHOWS BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE THEY ALL KNOW AND THATS WHY I COULD NEVER G O BACK HOME E T H E L THERE IS NO NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS???

SO I MET HIM THERE AND TOLD HIM I BELIEVE SINGING IF ITS MEANT TO BE THEN IT WILL BE AND I FORGIVE IT ALL AS IT COMES BACK TO ME IM STILL PRAYING FOR THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA BY THE HIGHWAY OUT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN DANCING WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN I CANT LET GO WHEN SOMETHINGS BROKEN ITS ALL I KNOW AND ITS ALL I WANNA KNOW

one more song i have no idea what to say

freezer bride, your sweet divine look i have been obsessed with the locked tomb for over a year im not going to NOT think of Alecto when i see this

when my mother sees me on the side of a carton in winn-dixie's dairy aisle like the one promo picture for this right

and arlington's in texas👀👀👀

f.inisheddd thea lbum(*&#!OHPI#!HFo

wow what the hell was that im going to obsess over it forever

if there is not a colored vinyl of this i am going to fucking murder someone this deserves something gorgeous for me to stare at while its playing

in conclusion i cannot in any way let my religious mother know im trying to get this album so im going to work with my friend who helps me get explicit/gay music my mom wont let me because spotifys alright but i need to listen to this on my little portable cd player with headphones on full blast on the floor in the middle of the night because truly every album experience is better that way but especially shit like this

ethel if youre reading this how the everloving FUCK is this your debut album this literally deserves a grammy we all know they havent been shit for a while but if you dont get one for this im going to maul the entire Academy for real. keep doing weird shit i literally heard about you from Morning Elvis with Florence, my number one weird music woman and her taste has not failed me yet, especially not after an hour of being immersed in this

[meyhew]

seed i need you to know i have stored in my head any info i came across about your novel and whatever you want to share abt it (even just a lil detail you wrote lately) pleeeease share it i am so curious —lyde

LYDE 🥹 well firstly here are my beloveds (zahra & connor in the foreground, musa with his angel wings in the back)

the details are still very much coming to me at odd times but i can tell u that it follows zahra & connor (and musa) thru their late teens and 20s. i dont wanna spoil the plot but it's basically wrong person, wrong time then right person, tragedy strikes then right person, right time.

u can have a little bit of connor's backstory as a treat he's a rich white boy who means a lot to me <3

Athena was the first person Connor confided in when he applied to Boston University. He knew he couldn’t go directly to his parents. His mother might have understood, but there would have been no reasoning with his father. It was a fight he didn’t want to have then and there was no reason to have it; it would only be real if the university accepted Connor. 

Of course, there was no real possibility of them rejecting him. His academic record was stellar, his extracurriculars were exemplary, and his family pedigree spoke for itself. Even the essay he’d written had gotten a stamp of approval from several adults at school.

“Dad won’t be happy,” Athena had told him, though she needn’t have. Connor already knew that. 

“He never is,” he’d said. 

There was little he could do that would make Wallace Carter happy. 

But he had been living by their rules his entire life. He had gone to the schools they picked for him and practiced the sports they wanted him to and learned the instruments they thought he should play. Every aspect of his life up until now had been carefully curated by them, with little to no effort or real involvement. They thrusted all the responsibility onto Cadence.

Connor would be eighteen soon. He would move out of this house and live on his own, regardless of where he went. He wanted that decision to be his. 

So he sat his parents down in the living room and presented them with his acceptance letters—from Duke, Stanford, and five Ivy’s. All the places he had applied to, bar his safety option.  

His father read each letter thoroughly, while his mother skimmed them all. She smiled warmly as she glanced at the letterheads and then got up to hug Connor. It was an awkward maneuver because Athena sat on the arm of the chair Connor was in, but he didn’t mind.  

“I’m so proud of you,” Marion said. 

He wanted to believe her, so he did. 

Then she went back and sat on the couch. They made a nice picture of success, the four of them: husband and wife side by side, their dutiful children across the room barely an arm’s length away from one another. It was a picture of success, if success were defined as a nuclear family in wealthy New England suburbs going through the youngest’s latest accomplishments. 

“Well done, son,” said Wallace. He regarded Connor with the same satisfaction one might hold for a dog that’s finally mastered a new trick. “You’ve nearly outdone your sister.” 

Nearly. Because Connor would always fall short of besting Athena. 

Athena had applied to and been accepted to all eight Ivy Leagues. She hadn’t entertained the notion that she might not get in. She hadn’t had a safety net. Then she went on to study neuroscience at Brown. 

Connor wasn’t upset about it. It wasn’t his goal to outdo his sister. He knew she was the smarter sibling and he didn’t see why he should bend over backwards trying to prove himself when he was already secure in his intelligence. 

That didn’t stop the backhanded compliments from cutting just deep enough.

“Have you given any thought to where you might go?” Wallace asked. “Dartmouth isn’t too far and they always loved your grandfather. There’s a legacy there.” 

Yes, the legacy. Connor grew up hearing about the legions of Carter men and women who attended Dartmouth College. He’d seen countless grayscale and sepia photographs of family members past in gowns and graduation caps. 

He didn’t want his own face to be added to the pile. 

“Actually,” he started. 

Stopped. 

The weight of his father’s stare was too expectant and the words clogged his throat. 

Then his sister’s foot pressed against his shin. He realized he’d been bouncing his leg alarmingly fast. 

“They won’t be able to stop you,” Athena had said to him a week ago. “They’ll give you a hard time and bitch about it for a while, but ultimately it’s up to you. They won’t make you not go to college.” 

Athena wasn’t the kind of person who said bitch about it very often. Connor had found it strangely, immensely comforting to hear. 

He squared his shoulders. “I was actually thinking about the Boston area.” 

“Well, sure, that’s just as good. Harvard has a stellar reputation, though, of course—” 

“Not Harvard, Dad. Boston as in Boston University.” 

Wallace Carter wasn’t taken aback by much, so it was a great feat that he was rendered utterly speechless. He looked back and forth between his children, like he expected them to start laughing and say Oh, we got you good! Then he looked at his wife, who simply blinked back at him. 

Finally his dark eyes settled firmly on his son. 

“Carters lead by example,” he said. “We invest in our education, and do so by entrusting the most prestigious institutions with it. Why on earth would you possibly want to attend a mediocre school when you can enjoy all the privileges and benefits that come with a place like Dartmouth?” 

This was a precarious line he stood on. Teeter too much one way or the other and he would fall over. 

“I’ve been to places like Dartmouth,” he said carefully. “All my life, the schools I’ve been to have been miniature Dartmouths and Harvards. I want to explore something new. I want to know how other people are living their lives.” 

Some muscle ticked in Wallace’s jaw. “You are not other people. You are a Carter and you will behave as such. We have invested too much in you.” 

“Invested? You mean you’ve given us the basic necessities all parents are to provide their children with?” 

“Son, you know we have done damn well more than that.” 

Athena’s voice cut in quietly, firmly. “Dad, don’t do that. Don’t make this about you.” 

“And who else should it be about? We pay for your education but we can’t express an opinion? We can’t guide you when we see you making erroneous decisions?” 

“He got in. He’s still good enough for your prestigious institutions. Why can’t he choose the one that makes him happy.” 

“It’s not about getting in. It’s about making a commitment to what is right,” Wallace explained as though he were speaking to a child and not his grown daughter. 

To Connor he said, “The son we raised would not disappoint us like this.” 

Connor slipped. Toppled over the tightrope.

“Because I’m not the son you raised. You didn’t raise me. Candace did.” 

There it was. The thing they never talked about. The thing none of them ever wanted to talk about. The thing that was so normal for them it had always been a nonissue, except for the times kids at schools asked why they never saw Connor’s parents.