#My man is going through it

[starlightingsss]

haymitch x reader

rlly rlly short drabble

he smiled down at the pretty girl resting on his chest, "they're gonna kill us if they catch us here, y/n..."

his tone was sharp, a little sarcastic, a little done with her, but still - he smiled. a rare occurence for the man, he smiled bright as the sun, and she smiled back.

"if we die, then we die together.. we'll leave this hellhole together.." she replied softly, staring up at him as the setting sun shone through his sandy blonde hair, and the light seemed to dance on his skin.

she hadn't known him for long, only a year or so - but to anyone, it would be crazy how fast they fell for one another. a tailor and a drunk in district 13, how could it ever work out for them? especially in their wretched world of violence where they were one anothers only safety, freedom and comfort.

as they laid together in that meadow, the world seemed to stop. all the unfairness, the violence, the hurt, seemed to be unable to reach them. protected by one another, at that moment, it seemed to be only them in the world.

she was a broken man's only hope, the last light in his life. and he, he was a dream. her own unrealistic, self deluding fantasy, so real, so close, and so so unobtainable.

[janesurlife]

The horrors of being a Ferrari driver

[therealraewest]

Marc Spector: Moon Knight #8-9

[pu-butt]

As we near the end of season 1 of the percy jackson series, i feel it is time to start asking an increasingly urgent question: when will we finally see grover take a diet coke can and straight up munch down the whole thing?

[phosphorescentspaceman]

délire des négations - Yoglabs fic

The perfluorocarbon flowed softly through the pipes, a whole building’s respiration as the oxygenated fluid entered and exited a thousand chambers. Xephos watched his own hair flow gently in the mild current, his current face superimposed upon his master clone’s, gaunt and ghoulish, the watery blue glow of the chromatophores dusted across his face making the both of them look even less alive. 

His fingers were cold. He rested his palm against the borosilicate glass - he could feel the smooth texture but - Xephos didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, but he was just as cold as the glass itself. 

He drummed his fingers in a staccato pattern. Four quick. Three slow. Slow, quick. Quick. Slow, quick, another two slow. Slow, two short. Quick. Quick, two slow. He paused, forcefully resting his palm against the glass. Stupid. Stupid, stupid. 

His stupid fucking face was looking back at him, peaceful. The stupid fucker who’d ruined everything by being a fucking moron. He slammed his fist into the glass, again and again and again, his own blood hiding that stupid. Fucking. Face. He was holding something in his other hand. It was heavy. His palms were dry. He was so cold. 

“Xephos!” A broad hand on his shoulder pulled him back. It was warm. He couldn’t look. He didn’t want to see another face as long as he lived - another face with another pair of eyes that were watching and judging and seeing - “Xephos what are you doing -” It was Lalna. He’d stopped talking, a soft, shaky inhale stopping his tirade before it could start. One of those warm hands wrapped around his wrist, lifting it up. It was heavy. His grip was tight. 

His palms were dry. 

“Xephos - Xeph -” Those warm hands gently unwrapped his death grip on the hammer, pulling from his grasp. He was shaking now. Maybe he’d always been shaking. Maybe he’d never stop. Lalna pulled him into a crushing hug and it was better because it was warm and he didn’t have to see his own dead eyes looking back at him.

“What were you doing, gods - how long have you been down here? You must be hypothermic, fuck I’m so stupid, you didn’t come into the lab and I thought you’d taken a fucking vacation day I’m an idiot-” he couldn’t help but clutch into the loose fabric of Lalna’s white labcoat, his injured knuckles staining the crisp white fabric a rusty pink. It must have been a new one. 

It felt like he stained everything he touched. Rotten corpse-blood on crisp white cotton.

Lalna tried to guide him out of the lab, but he couldn’t follow. He was stuck, limbs stiff with rigor mortis he hadn’t earned. The other man simply scooped him up, kicking something heavy and sending it skittering across the floor. He was so warm. 

“Shit you’re light - food or sleep? Fuck -” He fished a pager out of his pocket, quickly typing out a message with a singe hand. ///// commission sec//d clone urgent rush ////hos. The letters didn’t form words. Nothing was making sense. He was dead. He should be dead. He wanted to be - 

He bit his lip to stop the horrible rasping noises he was making. He couldn’t feel it, but warm copper clung to his teeth. He rasped again, unable to stop himself. He felt dizzy. He felt cold. 

“Xeph, buddy - come on, I need something here, please no, keep breathing - Xeph!” No pager anymore, Lalna pulled Xephos’ arm to his own chest, making exaggerated motions of breath. He tried to copy, pulling useless air through an empty chest. The rasping was horrible but he felt better. He didn’t want to feel better.

“Xeph if you don’t say something I’m gonna need to take you to the med bay, you hate the med bay. Come on?” He sounded warped and thin and distant, like whalesong, like the building breathing, like the perfluorocarbon filled pipes in the walls. It was a nice noise. He rested an ear to the breast of his coat, listening to the soft thump and whistle of life as if it could fill him too. 

Lalna was running. 

Xephos wondered why.

[feraltwinkseb]

February 28, 2024 - Bahrain, Bahrain Source: Clive Rose/Getty Images

[insanity-laughs-under-pressure]

Crowley in the sneak peek be like:

[desertsportshipping]

You can't escape your fate, not even through death.

The follow up

Patreon - Etsy

[youtuberswithalex]

ok but how much do you think Jaune is blaming himself because of what he said to Ruby last. How everything was her fault and she was making it all about herself. And if he still doesn't believe Ascension is anything other than death...

[gingersnapwolves]

finished the first half of The Glory and I think Joo Yeo-Jeong should get to stab somebody. as a treat.

[starlightingsss]

all too well

haymitch x reader oneshot ig?

"i do." the cursed words slipped out of her mouth, as she betrayed herself. she betrayed her mind, betrayed her heart, she married a man who would make her miserable. she married a man that wasn't him, a man that she did not love.

she dreamed of her wedding, since she was a kid and this wedding was beautiful, a stunning venue with a stunning cake and a stunning gown - a perfect wedding.

"perfect". something she'd never think she say, her perfect included him. her perfect always included him, always included haymitch abernathy.

but right now, he wasn't there. right now, he wasn't the one in the suit that she had walked down the isle to - no matter how badly she wanted it to be him, it wasn't. she walked down to isle and ended with a flamboyant capitol man, a man she had met a week ago.

she knew she wanted to be rich, well known - famous even, but is this really what she dreamed of? a life without the love of her life? a life she was forced to live?

she knew better, knew better than to zone out as they cut the cake, uncomfortable with how close her new "husband" was to her. she knew better than to be thinking about him of all people. but could she really help it? she loved him, of course she would miss him, what did they expect?

a wedding with random people, people she had never met before - hell, she didn't even know her maid of honor, and she was walked down the aisle by a butler.

her husband was too close for her comfort, his hand holding her tightly to his side, as she dreaded the events that would take place this evening, their wedding night.

she wouldn't have a choice but to submit, no matter how much she didn't want it - no matter how much she didn't want him, she was going to lose herself.

she had only given herself to haymitch in the past, letting her be his and his only, letting him claim her with the kisses he pressed onto her collarbone, his one and only. but not anymore, not his anymore, not his after she walked out on him in the middle of the night.

she remembered everything, as if it was just yesterday.

snows request for her to marry the capitol man, how he "convinced" her by threatening haymitch's life, how she lied and told haymitch that everything was fine and not to worry about it, how desperately she held him during the last week before her secret departure, where she would walk out in him in the middle of the night and take the first train down to the capital, the train ride that seemed to last too long as she couldn't glance at a clock without thinking about him, the time they woke up, the time she would give him his breakfast, the time he had his first drink of the day, a schedule that she had memorized, how tears fell as she thought about it, how he would wake up in an empty bed, how he would check both of their houses in the victors village, how he would then start waiting for her to come back from "the market" and when she didn't return, how he would go and ask the district folk if they had seen her, how he would've asked to peacekeepers to try and file a missing persons report, how he would've found out that she had applied for a district transfer and he would realize what happened, how she left him. he would've drinken himself half to death, she knew he would've but this time, she wasn't sure who would be there for him, to clean him up, to make sure he drank water, to hug him as he sobered up. but she knew one thing, she was sure of one thing - he would hate her.

that thought weighed heavy on her heart, the man she loved so much hating her was not something she wanted to imagine - losing the love of her life, her best friend, her favorite person, her soulmate.

her thoughts were interrupted by her crude husband as he asked her to leave so they could go "consummate their bond", in their hotel room.

[what-a-fella]

Mike Walters you absolute fool (someone please give him a hug)

[cluescorner]

Dominique, Dante, Jeanne, and Vanitas: *Having a nice little date/spying adventure* 

Noé: *Is alone for the whole day*

Chekhov: Allow me to introduce myself. 

[strawberri-syrup]

HE GOT RID OF HIS SUBCLASS?????? FABIAN WHAT THE FUCK NOW IS NOT THE TIME!!!!!

[poeticlovefanpage]

Gojovered.

Gege really decided to end the series real fast.

[b-skvll]

I wanna fix him.

#thicc Beardthal Bash 2023 THE PUNISHER | 1.01