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[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[lucabyte]

monologue

[etoilesbienne]

HELLO GUYS😃 its me 😄 my name is Rayenne 🤓 i was born in Limoges 😊 Limoges is a small town in France 🇫🇷 its a small town 🤏🏽 and my mother 👩🏻 always said 🗣️ i was a cool person 😎 but im a bit shy 🙈 in real life 👉🏼👈🏼 but i can fight!🥷 i love to left click 😍❤️ yeah 😃 its me (src)

[timothylawrence]

"this fandom is so queer friendly!!" okay but is it a safe and fun space for fans of color? (spoiler: no its not)

[catastrxblues]

everything about coriolanus and sejanus is sick. because to sejanus, coryo was his everything. his best and only friend, his only companion, the only person in the academy who cared enough for him that he had even risked his life to bail him out of the arena. in district 12, when sejanus appeared in the brink of snow’s hopelessness and brought hope and familiarity to his life, coryo immediately embraced him, and then practically telling him that sejanus just saved him from committing suicide— which obviously only solidified sejanus’ belief that his best friend treasured him and loved him and cared for him unconditionally. (which i believe snow did, just to some extent).

but most of the times, to coryo, sejanus was just a friend. a friend that he tolerated every once in a while, a friend he resented lots of time because of his background, and a friend he really cared for, but not enough. never enough when the other choice was his country. and sejanus died not knowing that. he died without the knowledge that it was his best friend who betrayed him, and that he was still referred to as a “traitor” by him on an occasion with the dean.

and what’s so fucking sick is that coryo did care and mourn about it yes, but then he moved on and took on the ladder by taking pieces of what was left of his friend’s life with his blood on his hands and used it to his advantage.

he was taken in under the care of his dead friend’s family, loved and cared for, never had to worry about money anymore. ma and strabo plinth would never know that the reason their beloved son wasn’t alive, why their son wasn’t there anymore for his 19th birthday was because of his best friend they had just taken in. and no one would ever ever fucking find out.

and coryo. just. doesn’t. care. about. sejanus. anymore. in a snap. because now he has won, taking over panem one step at the time, and that has always been his biggest motivator. he might’ve cared for sejanus, like he cared for lucy gray, but that has never been enough. not when at the end of it all, the only person he has always been striving to save was himself and the glory of his family name and he ends up getting both. all’s well that ends well

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (just aven putting on a show :3)

from somewhere in the depths of your home, aventurine’s whines dance through the air, a taunting little rhythm. they’re beautiful as always; desperate, too.

gracefully you remove the pieces of your workday costume: shoes left by the door, a jacket hung next to his. buttons come undone, cloth slides down your skin as you venture deeper inside, chasing his song.

behind the bedroom door, you find its source.

cracking it open, he lets your eyes wander his body, trailing the curve of his spine, the dip of his hips. they land on the dildo nestled deeply inside him, its shape revealed each time his knees bounce from the floor.

slowly, with the teasing beauty of a performer, he turns over his shoulder to greet you.

“you’re home early,” he grins, flushed cheeks painted the pink of ballet shoes. his movements never stop as he speaks to you, the plump flesh of his ass rippling slightly with each self-imposed thrust.

“i’m home precisely on time.”

his smile widens. “well then, i must have mixed up your hours today.”

“my schedule is posted on the fridge.” you waltz towards him now; slow, deliberate steps. the eagerness in his chest swells with each beat.

when you speak again, it catches him off-guard, a new part of the dance, one he hadn’t rehearsed.

“if you were so desperate to be fucked, you could have just asked, you know.”

“who says i’m desperate?” the glimmer of stage lights reflect off his perfectly white teeth, polished and proper, waiting to bite.

draping your arms over his shoulders, the sweat sparkling along his skin sticks to yours (it’s a tiring thing to exercise this level of control, to use one’s body like this).

“my poor, needy aventurine,” you hum, opting to ignore his teasing plea (it never gets him anywhere, but it certainly won’t stop him from trying). a shiver runs up his torso as your fingertips travel down it. they rest just above his waist, mere inches from his twitching, leaking cock. he’s always the most beautiful when he’s desperate. “have you cum yet, darling?”

with your weight behind him, he lets his focus slip ever so slightly - it’s easier when one knows they’re not the only one on stage, when there’s another there to catch them were they to fall. he doesn’t have to speak anymore, doesn’t have to recite his lines or hit a note; he just has to move and breathe and feel, to let his body be the centerpiece.

through an open-mouth grin he shakes his head, pride pumping through his veins and clouding over his gaze.

and you reward it, the fluidity that comes only from endless practice. with a smooth hand you wrap your palm around his base, and purr, “good. you’re such a good boy, aventurine.”

yet, sometimes, in spite of the rehearsal, one’s body can’t maintain its readied form. its muscles know what to do, but gravity catches up to them mid-leap.

his eyes widen suddenly, his shoulders tensing unexpectedly. those same breathy whines burst from his lips as he finishes in your hold, his gaze struggling to find you in the crowd, until the spotlight lands on you, and only you.

a/n: fucking hate this guy and his stupid perfect body and his annoying fucking face and shdjdjcjdkkfkelf

[panzil]

I just kinda realized all of team bolas are animals/mob hybrids of some sort.. (at least the ones that log on lmao)

But like... It just makes me think that they're like being consumed by their animalistic instincts and it just makes me love even more how fucking feral they are hehe... And just their animalistic features just become more prominent

Like imagine Foolish's nose becoming so much more sensitive to blood. His teeth become sharper.

Cellbit and Carre just act even more like feral cats. There is fur that is starting to grow on their chests and backs.

Phill and Jaiden's battle cries are just their various bird screeches. Their feathers are also growing in more places as well

Charlie is already a gooey, gunky, slimey guy. But I like to think because of the radiation and toxic fog his slime had become a little more acidic and bubbles a lot more.

Baghs lets the claws on her feet grow, and she is already a humanoid duck so idk what else I could add to her but she can put the fear of god in anyone by simply charging like a goddamn duck about to beat someone's ass.

[gyaru-tau]

I'm going to give back everything they took from you.

(Phil never should've said that one-off comment about techno gifting him the red and gold wings it did irreversible shit to my brain)

[piss-stained-jorts]

BABYGIRL YOUR SMILE GIV ES ME LIFE I LOVE YOU

[lordansketil]

'These Bitches Definitely Not Married' by Cruikshank (1820)

Chat isn’t that literally just a George iv caricature

[abombihoney]

she's so fucking mean 2 me

[honeyblockm]

What are you doing to me! Why are you making me feel like this! How am I supposed to go on!

[elfrooting]

When you see what I've become, will you love me for who I am, not who I was?

[whoredersupreme]

art is an explosion

[leadmetothegardenbetty]

thinking abt Him

[xuxudio]

i'm glad no one was home because i screamed when i realized just who grabbed each bouquet

unreal