#im so excited for this game omg

[shartfinz]

he's so cute I'm going to throw up

[skullcula]

i am buying this so fast omg

MIXED COMBAT!!!!

oh, hello

[hayaku14]

gymnast kaito x sharpshooter shinichi meet-cute in the olympics au

[soldrawss]

My perfect son got such a glowup im so proud of him💙

[hiphopcherrrypop]

hai zenji + hi tokyo debunker fandom

[aurorangen]

Congratulations, you're expecting twin boys!

On the way to the car park, Vincent couldn't contain his excitement that they would be parents to twin boys! He was talking about potential baby names for them when Renee heard someone call her.

"Renee, is that you?" She turned around...

[bugdews]

squit game 2 teasers got me acting Unwise…….

[lightasthesun]

IT'S TIME!!! WE'RE FINALLY GETTING HAYMITCH'S GAMES OMGGG EVERYBODY STAY CALM

[4lexnilsen]

╰       📷      .    .    .       continued   from   here

for most of the night alex lays awake on his stiff mattress,  not daring to toss and turn even as his back grows sore for fear of waking one of his little brothers up.   sleep is a blessing that most can only pray for.   his icy eyes open wide,  staring at the ceiling,  and his mind on fire.   it’s pitch dark and so quiet that he can hear the steady drumming of his heart,  blood buzzing in his veins.   rage in liquid form.   he thinks about his home in twelve,  tiny but his own.   a mere pile of rubble now.   his father,  their relationship strained and beyond repair with the old man gone,  buried under said rubble.   and all his neighbors…   most of them in the ground as well.   the air seems more stuffy,  the longer he dwells on the life lost and the vast unknown ahead of the lucky ones.   or should he be calling the survivors the unlucky ones?   fortunately,  @qverdia ’s voice pulls him out of this trance,  as gentle and sweet as a songbird at dawn.

“you only did what you had to do to get out of there alive,  no one will hold it against you,”   alex whispers after a moment,  turning his head to the side to look at the dark-haired woman.   he can barely make out her features,  can’t really decipher her expression but the tone of her voice tells him all that he needs to know.   “it’s not your fault you were thrown into that arena.   i’m sorry it happened to you,  and your family.   you’re as much a victim here as all the other tributes,  as the rest of us.”   the walls begin to shake again,  his youngest brother stirring.   alex can only coil a strong arm around his tiny body and reassure him that it’s only a thunder,  a storm must be raging up above.   they’re safe.   a blatant lie,  but it’s alright.   the little boy doesn’t need to know that.   alex instinctively extends his other hand towards abilene,  a silent reassurance that she’s not all alone,  just in case she needs it.   “no,  it’s not paradise but it’s…   guess it’s the closest thing to home we have now.   what ‘bout you?   how’d you feel here?   it’s not necessarily victors’ village.”

[fire-in-my-woods]

❗️LIFE IS STRANGE: DOUBLE EXPOSURE SPOILERS❗️

I FINISHED THE GAME MOODBOARD

[chaos-and-all]

okay, was anybody going to tell me that aftg 4 was happening or that it's already out or was I supposed to find out from kindle recommendations myself?

bonus: finding out from destiel

[feliciadraws]

Ishgard beckons! Took some pics with Lila at the Gates of Judgement in Coerthas because I'm well into the lead up to Heavensward!

[spineless-lobster]

Hey supergiant hey hello what the fuck is this why would you do this to me why would you want to hurt me like this I am in pain I am in pain now supergiant how do you feel you did this to me what the fuck man

[fyreflys]

I’M WRITING! I’M FINALLY WORKING ON SWAN UPON LEDA. I’M ACTUALLY MAKING SOME DECENT PROGRESS! Someone cheer. I’ve barely touched this thing since the last upload I’ve written over 2k just today alone usually when I go without touching something for this long it means the fic is deadzo. Someone tell me they’re proud. I’M DOING GREAT! (Someone please tell me I’m doing great I desperately need affirmations & attention)

And yes, as always, because I can never seem to help myself, HERE’S A (very long awaited) SNIPPET!!!

Spoilers for ch 7 - you can go find ch 6 in my pinned! <3

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On a sober day, Haymitch arrives with a tiny ratty teddy bear. He pauses and fiddles with it for a moment before he says anything to her.

“This was my brother’s.” He swallows. And then he sets it on the kitchen counter next to Katniss as she tries to make a sandwich that will satisfy her raging taste buds. “I want you guys to have it.” He says softly.

She pauses, and looks at him. This isn’t the first, nor the second time, that he’s brought something of sentimental value for the baby. But the other times Katniss is pretty sure he was at least tipsy. She can tell by the clarity in his eyes that this was a completely sober decision. And it seems to have unsettled him slightly.

“Are you…sure?” She asks gently.

He swallows again, and nods. And then tries to produce a smile. “As long as that little booger doesn’t tear it up, yeah.”

Katniss returns the smile. “Thank you, Haymitch.”

He gives a curt nod, and then turns to go.

“Wait.” Katniss says.

When he turns back she feels like there’s a lump in her throat. She’s not entirely sure why she stopped him. But she realizes she wants to say it to him, that he probably needs to hear it. To know that she understands what it’s like to lose a sibling, someone close to you. Knows how hard it would be to gift their belongings to someone else. To give away what little physical evidence you still have of their existence, what still exists to show that they loved and were loved.

This time she’s the one to swallow before she speaks. “I’m…I’m proud of you, Haymitch.” She says softly.

It feels strange giving her mentor praise, especially when their usual dynamic is always teasing one another and poking at tender spots in each other's armor. Not to try and crack the other, but as a— what Katniss now realizes isn’t so healthy— way to show each other where they still need to toughen up. And as a twisted act of solidarity, that they both can acknowledge that they know the other still has wounds and hurts. It’s an understanding of sorts. An odd one, but it works for them. They’re never sincere like this. When it’s serious it’s always deadpan and to the point, more of a salt coating than a sugar one, making it sting a little more— as if they’re only playing it up— that way it’s easier to brush off and pretend it doesn’t hurt that much. It’s what they’ve always done. And Katniss feels like she might be breaking it.

She says the rest anyways.

“I- I think they would be proud of you too. I know- I know this means a lot-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there sweetheart.” He holds up a hand. “Just- that’s enough.”

It’s a quite brisk brush off, almost rude in the way he nearly snaps it. But Katniss knows the reality is that being sincere with him hurts a little too much to handle, and that’s why he reacts this way.

And then he surprises her. He decides to break their usual dance as well.

He steps forward and crushes her in a tight hug. He smells like smoke and sawdust and dirt. But it’s Haymitch. She hugs back, acutely aware that the last time they did this was over six years ago, just before the quell. She’d been the one in tears then.

“Thank you.” He says quietly into the top of her hair, voice both soft and gruff in the same breath.

When he pulls back he does his best to hide the tear, making to wipe it like his eye was itchy. She doesn’t point it out.

“Outta go finish that crib Peeta started. Make me a sandwich too, would ya? I’m starving.” He quips like their moment never happened.

She rolls her eyes.

[reggiestein]

My predictions for the Cookie Run Survivor Lineup

[softsadcancer]

we’re back babeyyy