#it's “Bro! Tell me we still know how to speak of kings!”

[neitherthehoneynorthebee]

Bro, hear me out, Beowulf is so Gillion Tidestrider coded.

[robotbirdhead]

I have no idea why Beowulf is trending but while you're here you should do yourself a favor and read Maria Dahvana Headley's translation. it is genuinely the most vibrant piece of translated ancient poetry I have ever read. also it starts with the line "Bro, tell me we still know how to speak of Kings!" which rules, frankly.

[hurtspideyparker]

Part 3 of if Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together

Part 1 Part 2

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Mission debrief:

Thor: Don't feel bad Banner, I mean is there anyone at this table who hasn't killed somebody?

Peter: *slowly raises hand*

Natasha: Don't worry you're still young

Peter: 😟

-

Steve: Has anyone seen my shield?

Clint: *points outside*

*Peter, Thor, and Bucky playing frisbee with it*

Steve: I guess I'm not saving those orphans today :/

-

Clint: Tony I said seedless watermelon, are you trying to kill me?

Tony: You're a big boy, you aren't gonna choke

Clint: No but it might... grow

Tony: Oh please don't tell me you still think watermelon seeds grow inside your stomach if you swallow them

Clint:

Pietro: Bro got a licence to kill but still has a Jack and the Beanstock level of education

-

2:34 am

Tony: *leaving Steve's bedroom*

Sam: *leaving Bucky's bedroom*

Tony:

Sam:

Tony: Let's never speak of this?

Sam: Yep.

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Steve: Tony, you're the smartest person I know. You understand anything you set out to study, your passion is remarkable, innovation beyond anyone on the planet, and an incredible memory

Tony: Thank you thank you

Steve: So why do you STILL NOT CLOSE THE KITCHEN CABINETS

Tony: Uh

Steve: SOME OF US ARE TALL TONY. SOME OF US HAVE BRUISES ON THEIR FOREHEADS BECAUSE OF THIS NEGLIGENCE

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Tony: Goodnight kid *tucks Peter into bed and kisses his forehead*

*Clint, Vision, Thor, and Dum-E waiting outside the room*

Tony: Oh come on. All of you?

*nodding*

Tony: Vision you don't even sleep. Dum-E I am not kissing you again you gave me chemical burns last time

Dum-E: *lowers head and whirs sadly*

-

Bucky: Don't sit so close to me

Sam: Why, cause I'm black 🤨

Bucky: No because you smell like ass sweat

Sam:

Sam: Why, cause I'm bl-

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During training:

Natasha: *flips Steve and slams him onto his back*

Peter: Woah! I wanna know how to do that

Natasha: *flips Peter and slams him onto his back*

Natasha: Seems like you already know how

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Tony: Okay Merida, you and me, darts for a hundred bucks. My suit vs. your freak self

Clint: I'll take that bet

*7 minutes later*

Tony: I have advanced AI targetting technology. SUPER. SUIT. How did I lose?!

Clint: It can do a lot of things Tony but at the end of the day it can't super suck this di-

-

Bucky: Sam's in medical so I'll do the mission debrief with you

Natasha: That was fast, I thought you'd still be coddling your boyfriend the rest of the day

Bucky: What. How do you know about us.

Natasha: I don't, it was a joke...

Bucky:

Natasha:

Bucky: Damn you really are good at interrogation

-

Bruce: I've taken up puzzles as a hobby. It's actually really relaxing

*Box is missing the last piece*

Bruce: *sighs, erases the 61 under the 'Days Without Hulk Incident' sign*

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Natasha: Kings

Bucky: Go fish. Sevens?

Natasha: Nada. Fives?

Bucky: Shit. Here

Sam: I thought y'all were playing poker, are you for real playing Go Fish?

Natasha: Our pockets got cleaned out so we quit. The poker game is over by Steve

Peter: HAHA SUCK IT OLD MAN, AMERICA JUST WENT BANKRUPT *pulls giant pile of animal crackers to himself*

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Steve: Do you want to play catch?

Wanda: What?

Steve: Um. Do you want to watch Hannah Montana?

Wanda: I don't even know what you're talking about

Steve: Maybe I could show you how to brush your teeth?

Wanda: Steve you're really scaring me

Steve: The article said to do it together! *shows phone*

Wanda: Are you getting parenting advice from wikihow? Did you even read it or were you just skimming the pictures

Steve: ...Well why'd they put toothbrushing in the photo if it wasn't a good bonding activity?

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Sam: Why are your titties so bouncy man. Is it to deflect bullets?

Steve: What did you just say about my chest...

Sam: Hey I call em as I see em, and they're staring right at me.

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Peter: Yo Mr. Stark wanna see a backflip?

Peter: Oh Cap come see my front handsprings

Peter: Natasha watch this aerial cartwheel!

Tony: Why did you tell him you were in the circus. Now that the idea's in his head all he does is jump around and cause noise complaints from downstairs

Clint: C'mon it's cute! He's talented

Bucky: I'm gonna tell him it doesn't count because he has superpowers and that he's a cheat

Tony: But that'll ruin his confidence

Bucky: God I hope so

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𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒐, in which charles isn’t the best boyfriend.. ౨ৎ charles x famous!reader

warnings- toxic charles, cheating, reader is love-dumb… !

y/n 💋

charles what the fuck

tell me it isn’t true??

who is she

cha 🤍

baby it isn’t true

i swear, i love you

she came onto me

y/n 💋

are you sure

cha 🤍

yes, my love

i promise you

y/n 💋

come over?

cha 🤍

i’ll be there in ten

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yourusername 🤍.

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user oh this man has no shame at all 💀

user yn…. 🌝

user girl pls run as fast as u can

user no queen you’re too good for him 😭😭😭😭

user yncharles nation how do we feel

→ user uhm TERRIBLE

→ user poor girl ☹️

→ user nah she definitely knows.

charles_leclerc mon coeur 🩶.

→ user …..

→ user he gave me the eww…

alexademie gorgeous 🤍

→ alexademie he’s there too ig…

→ yourusername 🫶🏻 ily

landonorris 🤨🤨

→ user even lando confused 😭

→ user bro keep charles in line

→ alex_albon me too lando…

lilymhe my girl 🤍🤍

→ yourusername 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

maxverstappen1 pretty :)

→ yourusername thank you

→ user SHOOT YO SHOT MAX!!

→ user mr steal your girl 🙏🏼 save her

lilyrose_depp 😍😍

landito

yn are you okay

y/n

uh, yeah? why

alexander albon.

be so fr

charles???

y/n

oh

it was nothing, she came onto him

he loves me guys

landito

whatever you say, yn..

alexander albon.

stay safe queen!

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yourusername paris

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user this is so sad seeing how much she loves him

→ user fr and he’s out there cheating ????

user babe he hasn’t posted u in months why are you still posting him!!! 😭😭

user u are better than this queen 😪

user OPEN UR EYES BITCH

user she’s so strong

→ user not strong enough to leave him :///

landonorris sooo cute 😃

→ user i can hear the sarcasm

→ user LMFAOO

alex_albon yeah stay away from paris…

→ user SPEAK UR TRUTH KING

charles_leclerc ❤️

y/n 💋

chaaa, do you wanna come over?

cha 🤍

I can’t

sorry, chérie.

i’m out with friends

y/n 💋

nono it’s fine

have fun!

i love you ❤️

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yourusername time away!! with my favorites 🫶🏻

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user break up with your bf now xx

user too pretty for him

user 🙏🏼 a weekend without ch*rles

landonorris glad to see it!

→ yourusername 😃

lilymhe IT WAS SO FUN HANGING WITH U ❤️

→ yourusername 🤍🤍 love you sm

alex_albon i look gross in that pic

→ georgerussell63 nothing new mate

charles_leclerc so pretty mon amore

→ user the audacity this man has

→ user 🤺🤺🤺

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yourprivate when he’s making out with yet another girl 😂! idk what happened because i tried giving him my all 😂😂

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lilymhe leave him please

→ yourprivate 😂😂 I can’t

lilymhe i don’t want u to be even more sad ☹️

alex_albon FUCK MEN!!!!

landonorris yn u are better than this

→ yourprivate am i though…

georgerussell63 he don’t know what to do with allat!!

→ lilymhe fr!! yn is too good for his ass

y/n 💋

what’s her name.

cha 🤍

what?

y/n 💋

her name

the girl you were kissing, charles

cha 🤍

baby

i was drunk

y/n 💋

don’t ‘baby’ me

and you WERENT drunk charles

what did i do wrong?

cha 🤍

nothing i swear

y/n 💋

I must’ve done something wrong

if you cheated on me TWICE

you probably cheated more than that.

cha 🤍

fine then, i just got bored of you

is that what you wanted to hear?

that i just stopped loving you?

because that’s what happened.

y/n 💋

fuck you charles

i knew I shouldn’t have dated you

I should’ve listened to everyone who told me to leave you.

cha 🤍

you should’ve 🤷

but you didn’t

You have blocked this contact

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hey, sorry about the break up

charles never deserved you though.

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౨ৎ some crazy shit forreal 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼 now me personally i could never take charles back (why am i lying)… okay anyways i hope you enjoyed this 🐨🐌🤍

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

upon his grace 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power dynamics, cheating, bullying, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are called to court after the end of the civil war, but find yourself facing many challenges, expected and not. (fantasy medieval au)

Characters: king!Steve Rogers

Note: bro, Idk how I start at point A and get to fucking outer space. Also happy bday to Steverino.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The gardens of Astra Castle are unlike any you’ve seen before. Certainly, you’ve never been to a royal castle previously. Your father’s own hold is modest, still bearing the wooden foundation, whereas the rich lords have poured mortar and built in stone. 

So, it is a great honour to be among the noble women chosen to serve the queen. Most unexpected. As a daughter of a lower house, it is rather unusual, but it comes with the newly set writ tabled at the end of the uprising. That is how your father tells it anyhow. 

King Steven is as newly crowned as he is newlywed. After a lengthy revolt against the previous king, the land has settled, and upon his victory, the new ruler promises the expansion of prosperity to all. The very precedence of his war rested on the greed of the former court and its covetous lords. 

To those who took up his mantle, he has made good his word. To the commoners, he has sent bread and ale, livestock and alms; to the nobles, he has granted titles and lands. You were of the same doubt as your father, however, you expected to be forgotten in the disarray. 

Yet, you were not. You’re there with several other ladies. A set of blond twins borne of a duke and duchess, the sole heir of a widowed countess, and several earl’s daughters such as yourself. Unlike them, you do not wear satin or silk, not muslin either. You have only the dyed linen your mother attempted to enhance with some embroidery around the cuffs and collar. 

“Marcia and Marigold,” the twins introduce themselves as you cluster together in the gardens, grooms and servants bustling around carriages and chests. “Lady Calliope,” they call out the countess’ daughter, “we met prior, yes? Your mother is near Estrela.” 

“She is,” Calliope answers in her stern manner, herself seeming a widow in her black dress. The shimmery fabric makes up for its single tone. 

“Ameri, Dorida, and... Selene,” they point to the other girls, themselves clothed in scarlet, rose, and azure respectively. “We know the earls, your fathers. They gathered at our father’s hold for the battle near Caffre.” 

The twins take turns speak so that sometimes you cannot track whose lips are moving. It is even that they trade off in the middle of sentences. You find yourself almost as lost by their words as your new surroundings. 

“And you...” The twins turn their jade eyes upon you. It is there you have found the only difference in them; they have the same heights, the same hair, the same gowns even, but there is a sliver of grey through Marcia’s green iris. “We haven’t figured who you are.” 

“My father is an earl. In Woodsdam.” 

“Woodsdam,” they echo in unison and share a look. They are perplexed. 

“A minor house,” Calliope provides. “a farmer more than a noble, if I’m not mistaken.” 

“We have vast lands and we tend to them, yes,” you assure. You expect their condescension. Your father warned you for it but he bid that you keep your chin up. The king has given him a mission of his own and so you will represent the family for the time. “We keep our people well and we fed the king’s troops when they marched." 

“Mm, sounds very... common,” Marigold grins and her sister snorts into her hand. 

“We know many lords like us, yes. They work hard amidst their vassals. It keeps the lands strong so that we may better serve the crown,” you return evenly.  

Your mother helped you prepare. She coached you to keep your manners and your spine. The latter is much more difficult as you face these ladies and their bobbles with only a ribbon in your hair and a pair of patched gloves. 

“Woodsdam? I think I rode through it once on the way to my grandfather’s summer castle,” Ameri tuts, “it was little more than a swamp.” 

“It must’ve been the spring rains, perhaps, lady,” you offer. 

“Summer house,” she enunciates, “one travels there in the summer.” 

Your cheek twitches at her barbed retort. Very well. You are not used to their sharpness. Their chittering has thus far centered on gossip and the cost of their new caps. 

“A wonder the pauper’s daughter received an invite. Are you certain you can read, lady?” Dorida snipes and looks to the twins for approval. You notice how they all tend to do so. 

“It was sent to my father, Lord Eldon,” your voice quavers. You are not so strong as your mother bid you to be.  

They cackle at your meek response, “the precious maiden of Woodsdam.” 

You put your head down as the activity all around threatens to swallow you up. You wish the ground would rent and you would fall right through. All your excitement has dissipated to a sludge in your veins. You touch your cheek as you try not to show your embarrassment. 

“The Lord of Woodsdam,” a deep voice startles you as boots approach from behind, “is that what I heard?” 

You stiffen up as the ladies before you hush and blink, almost in tandem. They curtsey as their faces wash over in shock and you turn to face the newcomer. A man in a deep blue vest over black sleeves and grey breeches. He wears belt of gold and a circlet across his brow in a similar hue. It is that which betrays his statues. 

You lower your eyes and mimic the other women, mortified to be faced with new king so informally. You would not think him wandering out in the yard. Still, he has vowed to be unlike the former leige. That he would be of the people. 

“King Steven, your majesty,” the others titter in a messy chant and you murmur your own propriety as you back away. You find yourself still to the shoulder of the king as the other ladies give no room for you to join. 

The vision of him stains your mind. He is tall, with dark blond tresses that extend past his neck, and blue eyes which put his own attire to shame. He has a jaw which looks etched in stone and a bearing which matches his rank. He is tall and broad and a finely built knight. 

“It is an honour,” Marcia says most boldly. 

“You may rise,” he allows in a breezy timbre. “I did hear my wife would receive new ladies. Young ladies.” 

“Your majesty,” the murmur rolls across each lip. 

“It is much needed. We have so many established ladies at court and yet we need to think of the future. Of the next generation,” he declares as he emphasizes his words with his large hand. You watch his garnet ring to keep from so brazenly looking him in the face. 

“Certainly, your majesty,” Marcia and Marigold chime in unision. 

“And don’t worry for there are many young lords as well,” the king laughs galely at the quip which makes the ladies, yourself included, blush. “Ah, then, Woodsdam I believe we were speaking of...” 

You blink and glance at the other ladies. They are cowed, unsure if they were overheard in their derision. You hope as much as they that they were not. It is rather unflattering. 

“My father, Lord Eldon,” you explain, “your majesty.” 

“You? You are the young lady of Woodsdam I heard so much of.” 

“You did? Er, your majesty,” you curtsey apologetically; unnecessarily. 

“Certainly, I did. Your father was a great assistance in me holding counsel with the lower lords. He is very patient. “When not about his duty, he spoke of you oft. Though what matters are more important than family?” 

“Yes, your majesty,” you can’t help a smile, “my father is a very kind man.” 

“Kind and courageous. I’m certain you’ve inherited as much,” the king praises, “and these other ladies. The twins who belong to Mawsley, the Countess of Clovers daughter, and the three earls daughters from the White Plains.” 

The ladies each bow their heads as he proclaims them by their forebearers’ titles. You watch from aside, feeling even more out-of-place. The king recites them all proudly as he extends a finger for each. 

“Allow me myself to extend a welcome to Astra. When you are sorted, my wife shall receive you all and have you acquainted with the grounds. I hope you enjoy them, we’ve had the gardeners at work day and night,” he pronounces, “for now, I must be off, for a king has many obligations and not so much time.” 

He bows and turns on his heel, marching off with his shoulder straight and head high. He walks as a soldier does, not some lord. You’ve seen the difference before, more recently in the aftermath of battle. A soldier is more akin to a farmer, much as your father, whereas a Lord tends to keep his steps tight. 

“Wow, oh my,” Dorida fans herself, “he is rather handsome.” 

“Oh yes,” Marcia and Marigold say, the latter forging ahead, “we met him at our father’s castle. He is ever so charming.” 

“Hm, and the queen would love to hear it, I’m certain,” Calliope intones brusquely. 

“The queen is not here,” Ameri sneers, “so what does it matter? Besides, is it so wrong to state a truth?” 

“He is very elegant,” Selene agrees. 

“Much too kind, as well,” Marigold snips, “Woodsdam? He speaks as if it more than some paltry farmhouse.” 

“You’d never even heard of it,” Calliope remarks. 

“And how had you, hm? You seem the bookish type. Perhaps you should leave the maps to the men. What good will a river or road do for a widow’s welp?” 

“Needn’t be cruel,” Calliope rebuffs. 

“Pity if this is the lot they send,” Marcia shakes her head as the sisters share another cryptic look. 

You keep to yourself. That is all you can do. It is better to watch and learn than to leap and land wherever you might. Your mother always said so and she was your best teacher. 

“Right, there must be some maid who might show us to our rooms,” Marigold stands on her toes and waves at each passing servant. “I tire of the sunlight and boorish company.” 

👑

You have two trunks awaiting you in your chambers. Not as the other ladies who had at least a dozen each. Less humble than your lunger are the rooms themselves.

There is an antechamber hung with tapestries showing wildlife and flora, a table set for two and cushioned bench by the window. The bedroom is draped in similar hangings with a four-post bed and a grand hearth. A desk, another bench, a woven carpet, and fine accouterments on square tables. And a closet for the commode as well and a pot in the far corner of the bedchamber. 

If only your mother and father could see this. They would be just as amazed. You can’t help but admire all of it. To touch the curtains as you approach the window and stare off at the afternoon sky. The gardens are a medley of hues; petals and thorns; leaves and dirt. It’s all so wonderful, you can still hardly believe it. 

Seems those other ladies can’t either. You can’t help but think of their words anon. They said so outrightly what you doubted inwardly. You don’t belong here. It must be so clear to them. 

You lean on the ledge and peer down into the garden pathways. It is almost a labyrinth with how intricately they’ve laid out the hedges. You lower yourself down to your elbows and cross your arms as you sigh. 

Your eyes are drawn from the swaying roses to the dark speck that appears below. You squint at first. From the second floor, it is harder to discern. It is the glimmer of gold in his hair and the defined gait that gives away the king. For an instant, you believe you might be dreaming. 

He walks along one path and to the next. There is another with him. A man with darker hair and a stauncher figure. They speak and stop just as they enter a circled walkway centered by a large vase of flowers. The other man talks, though you can hear neither, and the king rubs his chin. 

You should turn away. They might think you an eavesdropper. Oh, too late! You don’t dare move as the king tilts his head. You wouldn’t want to pique his attention. You cannot tell if he has spotted you. Not until he raises a hand and waves. The other man stops and looks to follow the gesture. 

You stand up straight but before you can flee in horror, you recall yourself. It is improper to turn your back to the king. You lift your hand and return the wave. He dips his head and turns to clap his companion’s shoulder, pointing him onward. 

Oh, you hope he is not unhappy. If you pray, perhaps he will not have recognised you. You needn’t an enemy of the king as well. 

[lovelytsunoda]

gonna have a good time tonight // lance stroll

part of the welcome to wherever you are verse

summary: it’s time for lance and y/n’s annual canada day party. as an australian, y/n never really got the hype, but any excuse to get her old men in a room with lances old men was bound to create chaos

pairing: lance stroll x hutchence! reader

authors note: just in case anybody missed it, I added to the masterlist with a masterpost of some links to learn more about the real life lore behind the series

y/n.hutchence just posted to her private story!

y/n.hutchence just posted!

lake muskoka, ontario, canada

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y.nhutchence boys will be like ‘I know a place’ and then whisk you away to their cabin the woods

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yourbestie yeah but he gets a pass because HAVE YOU SEEN THE CABIN? i love your sugar husband. tell him thank you for the awesome weekend!

-> y.n/hutchence sugar husband?

-> yourbestie sugar daddy just sounded wrong

lancestroll ❤️

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garrygarybeers for all the shit you talked about kirk's tacky shirt collection when you were growing up, you married someone with a collection much much worse

-> y.n/hutchence garry no collection is as bad as kirks

chloestroll gotta live it up before the old men get here!

-> timfarriss the next person to call me old is getting drop kicked to new zealand

-> fernandoalonso agreed. i'll help

kirkpengilly the real question is who won at poker? i taught you both so well

-> aprilrosepengilly neither. we were practicing to beat you

-> y.n/hutchence with both of us together, we should be unstoppable

-> kirkpengilly why is everybody ganging up on me today?

lailahasanovic thanks for the invitation! i'm having such a great time with you guys

y.n/hutchence posted to her private story! (and texted tim)

(The text messages got away from me here, tap to read and enlarge 😭 )

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lancestroll why is it that y'all are making fun of our margaritaville performance but fernando and paul are getting no flack at all for ruining the human league?

y/n.hutchence because fernando and my stepdad can actually hold a tune? oh and the fact that paul was SOBER

y/n.hutchence do you want me to bring you a hangover cure smoothie?

lancestroll ...yes please

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lake muskoka, ontario, canada

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lancestroll great weekend, greater people

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y.n/hutchence cinnamon rolls on the campfire was the best idea i've ever had

-> lancestroll the strangest, but one of the best

garrygarybeers notice how the old folk haven't been tagged in the campfire picture?

-> lancestroll its because you made fun of my tacky shirt collection

user jfc how big is this lake house?

user don't be shy, leak the karaoke video

-> scottyjames there are half a dozen old men who would be very cross with me if i did that . . . so no

aprilrosepengilly i'm going to miss that view so much

-> y/n.hutchence agreed

mickschumacher killer weekend bro. same time next year?

-> lancestroll of course!!

user the way she holds him in the boat.. they're so in love nobody speak to me

-> fernandoalonso trust me theyre worse in person

-> user KING NANDO REPLIED

jonfarriss we’ll always have margaritaville

-> andrewfarriss that’s no joke mate, my head is still killing me

-> lancestroll ditto. I’m still washing the smell of tequila out of my clothes

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Go into the woods (Kinktober day 1)

Warnings: primal play, Roughness, Marking, Dom Robb and female submissive reader

Word count: 1k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them.

Having been waiting to have Robb's attention all day as you found small ways to keep yourself busy, leaning back against a wall when you finally saw him and smiled growing excited but also nervous for what you were going to ask. Biting down on your lower lip as you looked up at him before placing your hands on his arms gently while making eye contact "I need you." There's nothing a king wants more than for his wife to tell him that she needs him. As the head of a household, Robb is constantly surrounded by advisors, counselors, and subjects all needing something from him. However, there is nothing more important than the needs of the woman he loves. He placed his hands on your hips and looked into your eyes as he replied. "Always, my love. What can I do for you?"

Smiling more that you could have his attention before you took a deep breath then made it more clear "Darling, I need you." You spoke as you gave him a look knowing you couldn't say much where anyone could hear you but did lean up closer to his ear as you whispered "I would like to try something new with you my love." Pulling away you looked up at him giving him a seductive look. The idea that his lovely wife wants to try something new with him is absolutely thrilling. As the King in the North, there are times when he feels as though his life is too well-defined and structured. The opportunity to have an experience with you that is completely untamed and unscripted is captivating. However, knowing that you want to try something new makes him a bit nervous. He doesn't want to be too aggressive or too timid. He wants to make you happy. "Trying something new?" with you is an offer he can never refuse. With your suggestion still lingering in his ears, he looked at you with an excited smile on his face. His hands caressed your body as he leaned down and whispered into your ear. "You know I wouldn't say no to that. What would you like to try, my love?"

You grinned at his words happy that he would try or at least listen to you and what you wanted to try, taking his larger hand in your smaller one as you led you both outside making it seem innocent enough that you both were simply taking a stroll together. Once far enough away from the people of the North, you turned to face him as you grew nervous about his reaction but kissed his cheek as you spoke softly "When we lay together there are times you speak of being a wolf….Prove it take me as a wolf." His face lights up with a sly grin as your words sink in. At first, he is shocked by your request, but there is no denying that the idea intrigues him. He stared at you with a mix of surprise and desire as he gently pushed you up against the nearest wall. His eyes run up and down your body, as he growled in your ear, "Show me how the wolf takes his prey." He then leaned in and kissed your neck, making you shiver with anticipation. Gazing into your eyes, he replies thoughtfully, "As a wolf, I will be rough, even brutal. Are you sure this is what you want, my love?"

You giggled when he grabbed you and pinned you to the wall. Your eyes were shining, and your face was flustered from the feeling of his lips. "Of course, I am sure." You whispered into his ear, then bit your lip in a teasing way a sense of desire and nervousness ran through your entire body, when he growled in your ear, everything in your body responded to him. Your hands on his clothes pulling him closer as your legs wrap around his waist. Your lips parted and whispered, "Do not be so gentle with me, sweet wolf." The sound of your voice begging him to be rough with you fuels the fire inside him. He pushed you against the tree more and kissed you fiercely, letting his desire and passion pour out of him through his lips. As he broke the kiss, he looked into your eyes with a feral expression as he continued to growl, "As you wish, my darling." With that, he pinned you to the tree with one hand and began to tear at your clothes with the other. His teeth sank into your neck as he made you gasp with pleasure.

Moaning with satisfaction when you felt his warm hands on your body. You closed your eyes and leaned backward to let him rip through your clothes, showing your beautiful skin off once bare before him. "You can be more aggressive, darling." You whispered in a soft voice as you tugged on his hair as a way to stimulate your lover to be more brutal. "I want to feel your strength and power when you claim me tonight and after." You gasped with pleasure. You bit your lower lip, you liked the way he was, aggressive and possessive. When alone, he doesn’t hide behind any facade or formality, he’ll just take what he wants from you. Not just this night, but from now on. His actions begin to become more firm and deliberate as if to make up for his previously gentle and tender behavior. The sound of your soft moan sparks something primal inside him as his desire grows. "If this is how you want it, then I shall be brutally dominant," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. He then pushed you to the ground where you could feel the coldness of the snow against your skin. He looked down at you with a wild expression as he bit your neck and pinned your hands to the ground, "You will be my favorite toy tonight." He then moved on top of you to claim what is rightfully his.

[tototalks]

Two thirds into Prince’s Gambit and it is NON- STOP 🤩

I am having an excellent time and brain is firing on all cylinders!! 🚀

- “No one expects me not to be a snake, so in a dramatic turn of events, I’m not gonna be a snake.” Gotta respect Laurent’s self-awareness and reputation lol.

- ORLANT??!! Damn bitch, you didn’t last five minutes. No way he’s the real snitch surely?!

- “Bro, you may be a slave but you saved the wine. YOU’RE ONE OF US.” - Honestly, I remember a similar conversation happening back in uni with bottles of vodka lol.

- Laurant first initiating contact with Damen and ordering him to sleep 🥺

- Ooooh you know that blue dress is coming out on EVERY anniversary at some point in the far future. What a gift. Respect sex workers folks.🩵

- If Jord is the traitor I’m gonna actually cry and y’all will NEVER hear the end of it.

- I keep hearing about Nikandros!! VERY intrigued about Nikandros!! Already sensing I will be a big fan of Nikandros from the way Damen speaks about him. Plz tell me we meet him!??

- Damen somehow manages to always end up in Jord and Aimeric’s business. They could literally decide to screw on the moon and Damen would be there accidentally poking his head around the corner.

- I’d work for Halvik. She’d give me health insurance. What a girlboss. - I appreciate that she looked at Damen, then looked at Laurent and went “oh yeah, he needs to fuck” - later solves their heir problem I suppose! 😂

- My only gripe is that you’d think she’d provide a bath after, because sex without washing is NASTY. Damen is gonna regret it when that UTI hits.

- I also like how even though Damen just had sex with however many women, it still manages to be a bonding moment for him and Laurent afterwards. In many ways, I think the coupling fire was a way for Laurent to ‘test the waters’ and learn about Damen in a way he’s comfortable and safe.

- Guion, Ambassador to Akielos, turning up and going “ew what’s an Akielon doing here?” ✨Diplomacy✨ no wonder there’s a fuckin war.

- Aimeric sees ONE SUGGESTIVE THING and is immediately like Dearest ✍️ Gentle ✍️ Readers ✍️ and the whole camp is up in their business. Payback I guess 😂

- Damn. That dying Akielon managed to rip the heart out of Damen’s chest before accidentally putting it back in calling him the true heir. And he was so right. My king 👑

- AYO DAMEN WITH THE SWORD THROW!!!🗡️ But wait! There’s more! The symbolism of him taking a Veretian sword against his own countrymen for Laurent! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’M CRYING NOW THANKS C.S. PACAT!

- And okay we’re getting kidnapped now??!! What an evening.

[emmaiooo]

to love me better, than all the others do. (prelude)

- prelude.

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    {fem reader}

[writers note: hey so…! this was written in literal two parts of like style idk like everything from till the almost bottom is very rushed and non descriptive! also i felt like a silly woman and decided to write brain rot for y’all gen z! (i’m a gen z i cannot be talking). this fanfic is driving me crazy because i am no longer obsessed with jjk anymore since the ending happened...i'm still mad my king died bro.]

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y/n l/n, born in a well off family, was cursed ever since she was born. unknown to her, she has killed two of her classmates because of her uncontrollable anger. to everyone, she was sweet and kind and so..so lovable. of course, everyone has to have secrets right? 

“sensei, i sense someone with a really strong cursed energy.” gojo said to the phone, peering at you talking with your friends. “i think she might be the cause of the unknown deaths in this school.” gojo sighed, watching you intensely. “hey, who is that handsome guy? omg y/n he’s looking at you so intensely!” your friends whispered, giggling happily. “nah, that’s just creepy. look at those blue ass eyes..” you remarked. “alright, you know what to do.” yaga said through the phone. “yup! got it.” gojo smiled as he approached you. “oh shitt he’s coming towards us! hurry do i look good?” your friend asked. “ugh, always that one whore friend, i wish she would just shut the fuck up.” you thought. suddenly, her mouth was closed shut, grabbing onto you trying to speak and ask for help. you laugh, “what's wrong? can’t speak?” everyone else laughed along with you, not even thinking twice about how her mouth was shut suddenly. “how the hell are those friends feeling scared or weirded out? it’s like someone is hypnotizing them..” gojo thought. 

“hey ladies, what are y’all shopping for?” gojo said, giving you and your friends a smirk. your friend who had her mouth closed desperately reached for him, trying to tell him something. “don’t mind her, she’s just such an attention seeker.” you said, smiling at him. all of a sudden, gojo felt his concern for her slowly fade away. “is this girl a snake and fangs user? how is she using this? i’m pretty sure this curse technique is inherited. shit. i’m fucked, i guess i’ll just knock her out.” gojo quickly lunges in, giving you a nice good punch to knock you out. 

you awoke in a room covered in talismans, as you regained your sight, you saw a man who looked visibly upset, crossing his arms. “sorry pretty, messed up your face a lil.” gojo said, whispering into your ear. you immediately looked at him, moving back a few inches to realize you were tied up. “get the fuck away from me you scummy old hermit!” you shouted, trying to get out of the restraints. “i said get back!” you screamed, wondering why your “magic” didn’t work. “nuh uh girly pop, that doesn’t work here!” gojo said, wiggling his fingers “no” at you. you looked around, seeing all those talismans filling the room. “that is enough gojo. we have a criminal here.” yaga said sternly. “criminal? the hell? what did i do?” you said, glaring at yaga. “you killed two students and manipulated everyone else around you with your curse technique. you will have a secret execution.” yaga said, his arms still crossed. “wait- please no.” execution? even in court they’ll probably give you like 10 years in prisoon. “i have so much to live for! i-i can help people with my power or some shit, i don’t even know what my power is and how powerful it is and how it can harm people! please just let me live-” you got cut off my gojo. “yeah sensei, she could study at jujutsu high and help me defeat curses! it’s gonna be so fun! and she can meet my friends, suguru and ieiri!” gojo smiled, pleading yaga with his eyes. “it is not that simple gojo.” yaga sighed, looking at you. “do you want to help people?” he asked you. “uh…yes! if my power can help people. i’m sorry i used it for bad! i didn’t know them dying was my fault, i just thought i had insane luck and god on my side..” you pleaded. “see, that is a wonderful response! now loosen the restraints and let me tour her!” gojo was excited, smiling big. “i..her help would be great..ok. y/n l/n, from now on you will train at jujutsu high and only use your power for good, or else we will get this..guy” he looked at gojo, “to kill you..” you looked confused, “how the hell is this oldie going to kill me? literally, he should be at the elderly hospital.” gojo gasped, “how dare you!” 

-at jujutsu high.

“is that the new girl? she’s hot, like...bitchy hot.” shoko said, looking at you up and down. “she’s the one i convinced sensei to go here.” gojo said, pointing at you. as you turned around to look at the trio, one black haired boy caught your eye. he had a slight smile and small eyes but so seductive. hell, gojo is hot but this dude’s aura is even hotter! you walked up to them and introduced yourself. “y/n l/n, nice to meet you both.” you smiled as you shook geto’s and shoko’s hand. you looked up at the black haired boy and you both locked eyes at each other. gojo, however, ruined the moment with his high pitched voice. “THIS IS GETO SUGURU AND SHOKO IEIRI!!!” he screamed, pointing at them. you stood there awkwardly, giving a little sigh. “i think you fucking broke my ear drums.” you said, smacking gojo in the arm. “ack! see, she’s mean…” gojo whined and acted like he was extremely hurt. “that makes me like her even more, let me show you to your dorm y/n.” shoko took you by your hand and walked toward the dorm. “so what do you think about her suguru?” gojo asked geto, nudging him on his arm. “she’s interesting.” he said, smiling softly and made his way to his dorm as gojo followed suit.

“so how’s life here treating you regina george?” shoko questioned. that nickname was a little shocking to you, even though you knew you kinda acted like a mean girl. “it’s okay, i’m getting used to being on time. i used to use my technique to make my teacher think i’m not late and not write me up.” you replied to her. shoko laughed, “now that’s something i’ve never heard of.” you chuckled as you look up at the sky, it has been a few months since you have arrived. you got a lot more close with gojo these days. he has been hanging around your dorm room and asking you to fight with him. you haven’t spoken to geto much, it was just small greets and good mornings, although you wish to speak to him more. “Y/N!!” gojo shouted as he ran up to you and geto trailing behind. “eww who is this weirdo calling my name i don’t know him.” you turned around and made a face of disgust as you put your hand in front of you. “cmon y/n, i’m your bestie westie! i bought you ice cream!” gojo shoved a bag of popsicles and ice cream at your face. “okay thanks…didn’t have to shove it in my face though.” you rolled your eyes as you gave one to shoko. “oopsies poopsie!” gojo shrugged with his tongue sticking out. “you guys play too much…” geto sighed as he shook his head. you laughed along with gojo and shoko, slapping gojo in the process. “oww!” gojo shouted.

during your second year of jujutsu high, things started to get busy. there was new first years and they were really fun to mess around with, but now you are always caught up with missions. somehow, gojo roped his way into making you his girlfriend, which you never expected. your first date was at an ice cream shop. 

-at the ice cream shop

when you both arrived at the shop, you looked at the different types of ice cream inside the display. “can i have the biggest cone and put as much scoops as you can on it please?” gojo asked the cashier. “oh uhm...ill try.” the cashier said hesitantly. “gojo you are such a big back i feel bad for the cashier!” you said as you watch the person put one scoop over another till it gets to 5 scoops. “nuh uh, this is for my brain.” he said, grabbing the ice cream. “what flavor do you want?” he asked, taking out his BLACK CARD. “wtf. you fucking rich ass. from now on, you are gonna buy me everything.” you said , “also i want _____” gojo smiled, “of course anything for my bestie.” the cashier gave you the ice cream and went back to the cash register. after gojo paid, you both went outside of the ice cream shop and sat on the benches. “y/n…i think i like you…you are so skibidi and rizzful! please be my gyatting sigma!” 

(this did not happen i felt a little rizzy)

but in the corner of your eye, you always see geto staring at you and gojo talking. did he feel left out? no way…he was gojo’s best buddy. eveything changed when you, gojo, and geto were called into a mission to protect the star plasma vessel, riko. when you first met her, it was funny how gojo and geto were arguing with her. “hey miss, are you going to protect me too? you are very pretty.” she looked at you smiling. “yes, and i won’t be as bad as those silly dudes over there, don’t worry.” you put your hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. “okay girl that is my girlfriend there. back off!” gojo grabbed you by the shoulder and hugged you. that really hurt. gojo sometimes can’t handle how he controls his strength. one time you got a fucking fracture in your shoulder because how tight he hugged you. “okay weirdo.” you pushed him off. you weren’t prepared to see her body lying lifeless infront of you.

-after the gruesome fight and gojo’s enlightenment (forgot what it was)

“satoru?” you knocked at his dorm door. after the fight with toji, gojo has become more depressed lately, and you noticed that geto has been getting skinner and looked sad all the time. “get the fuck away y/n, don’t wanna talk to you.” he said, behind the door. “geez, just wanted to check up on you…are you okay? need a hug?” you sighed. “no, leave me alone.” he said. you left the male dorms quietly to see geto sitting there at a bench, he looked lonely. “geto? are you okay?” you sat next to him, looking at him. “i am fine y/n, you do not need to worry.” he mumbled. “no geto, what is wrong?” you persisted. “y/n, i’d appreciate it if you called me by my name.” geto said, looking at you. he didn’t want to be called by a name that belonged to monkeys. “okay…suguru. are you sure you don’t need someone to talk to? a hug?” you asked, looking up at him. “it’s just…riko’s death…” he said quietly. “it’s okay, she’s in a better place now. you hugged him, tight, and he hugged back. 

these days, gojo has gotten better and is his regular self. even though you check up on geto…i mean suguru, every few days, it seems like he hasn’t gotten any better. “suguru, you okay? you look like you lost weight.” gojo said after showing off his new tricks. “i’m fine, it’s just the summer heat.” he said. “okay…” gojo said suspiciously, going back to tell shoko to throw more things at him. stupid gojo satoru. how can he not notice his best friend is in need of him? this is just stupid. “hey suguru,” you asked him “wanna go out and get some ice cream? it can help with the heat.” you smiled at him, and gojo didn’t like that. gojo was staring dead straight at you couldn’t seem to notice. “okay, i’ll pay.” geto said as he started to walk out. you quickly caught up with him and tapping him, “nah, it’s on me don’t worry!” he looked at you and shot you a smile, “thanks y/n, really grateful.” you laughed as you followed him out the door, leaving shoko and gojo alone inside. “is it just me, or have they been very close?” gojo questioned. shoko looked at him, giving him a side eye as she sighed. “are you slow or just…really fucking stupid?” she shook her head, taking another draw out of her cigarette. “what? now you’re being a bitch too now?” gojo’s voice raised as he got angry. “i already got y/n ignoring me half the time, when we kiss i feel like shes trying to get away, then suguru acts all weird and depressed and he just won’t tell me!” he raised his hands up as he yelled. shoko pinches her nose bridge, thinking that gojo is actually stupid. maybe all that cursed energy fried his damn brain. “go figure it out yourself smartass.” she turned around as she threw away her cigarette and walked up the stairs back into the dorms. “fuck.” gojo hissed as he remembered that he and y/n also got ice cream together and wondered if they are going to the same place. he kicked a pole and yelped in pain. (stupid). 

GOD I DONT WANT TO WIRTE BRO ITS 2K WORDS AND IM ALREADY DYING WHEN I CAN RAW DOG 15K BY READING. hey so im just gonna post.

[telemy]

Completely on yours and hers(?) side in all of this. IK the main complaint is that Ant wants to rape Penelope but that wasn’t even in the original story. In an au you can change whatever you want and Jorge did exactly that w Epic as well (how the sirens look, the fact that Odysseus had wax in his ears in the song but in story was tied to the mast pole to listen to them, the ant wanting to rape Penelope etc). “It’s disrespectful to Jorge” my brother in Zeus Jorge didnt make the original story. In the shipping au I could totally see Ant going “damn can’t convince this woman to be my wife guess I gotta put the moves on the heir of the kingdom. Gonna be king one way or another” cause bro doesn’t care abt her as a person even in the story he just wants the power which is where the idea comes from and it’s a fun idea to explore!

For the age thing: Tele is 20 theres no exact age for Ant in the book but he didn’t go to war w the others 20yrs ago so he had to have been somewhere between 0-10 so at most there’s a 10yr age dif which isn’t that bad (my own parents have a 16yr age dif) Penelope is around 39 cause she got married to Odysseus at 18 and had Tele at 19 (if I’m doing the math right) and then Odysseus immediately went to war soon after his birth and took all of age/able bodied men w him (I couldn’t find the exact age of when men in Ancient Greece were “of age” but it’s gotta be somewhere between 10-16 (puberty age range).

IK google sucks recently Yall but it doesn’t take too much effort to look into this - sincerely a half Greek a half Italian that used the original Greek myths to bind w her culture cause her immigrant parents wouldn’t teach her their native language

Its good to see people from greek culture Agree with all this :]

Every Au changes depending on the creator, in my Au the only difference is that he actually does love Telemachus (and grew up with him). Its a shame that i can't know about Elian's Au because all what happened, and It hurts.

I also think that they shouldn't speak in the place of Jorge. Talya (Wich is literally Jorge's girlfriend) supported Elian and loved her art, wich doesn't give "the creator hates this' vibes..

Also, i noticed non-greek people saying stuff about greek culture and involving it on all of this, wich isn't cool..

(Im not greek, but im an Hellenistic Pagan, and i seen people say that changing myths affects the religion and offends us, wich isn't true. Thats like telling a Zeus devotee that they can't worship Zeus because he did bad stuff in the myths. Myths are myths, fictional, and they are NOT related to the religion.)

Also! In the book 22 of the actual Odyssey, wich is practically before he died, Antinous is called "Young man" wich means that he was still a Young man before he died. This in ancient greece was really Young, probs between 16-21/22/23 or so, wich means he could even be Telemachus' actual age. (Altho, i believe him being atleast 1 year older, he gives off the vibe)

Regardless, thanks for sharing your opinion on the subject, me and more people getting cancelled from all of this apreciate it, we love you 🫶

[withonly-sweetheart]

Beast

He took you with him to his haven in the woods, against your will, but you've grown used to him. Betrayal falls from your fingertips, the glinting blade you've always held.

read part one here !! (wont make sense until you have)

a/n: mint anon ilysm i really appreciate the support and ill always love you !! i hope you enjoy this final part, ik its a bit rushed but im working on a lot of other things rn ! requests always come first tho ! <3 lysm would love ur feedback and take on this!

tw: angst, major character death <- thats literally me bro, non explicit nsfw? i think? idk anymore mentions of war and stuff

wc: 2.5k

They arrive the morning after, when you’re still numb with grief, forced to face the people that have Leon’s mystical sheen, the ethereal, otherworldly glow that you grew so used to seeing only on him. It looks strange, unnatural on the duo standing in front of you.

“It has come to our attention that my son,” the man, hands cupped in a somewhat whimsical manner, grits out, “is being held prisoner in your dingy dungeon.”

“More than what he deserves, the beast,” your mother scoffs into your ear, leaning back at a sharp glance from your king. His Highness turns back to your visitors, standing precariously at the edge of the drawbridge, as if entering is declaring things you should not speak of.

“He impersonated us,” he says, eerily calm. “You, of all, should understand how insulting that is.”

“And we formally apologize on his behalf,” he retorts. You can see Leon pass in shadows, in the way his mouth tightens when he’s irritated, in the fringe that covers his eyes, far older and wiser than the man you thought you knew.

“How would you like to apologize for the death of this maiden’s father?” The king nudges you forward with his scepter, and you stumble towards them. Their gazes are uncaring as they scan you, eyebrows raised as if to mock your expression.

"We know nothing of this," the man answers sternly.

"Our son would never harm an innocent," the woman clinging to his side, who you assume to be his wife, adds.

"And yet your boy wore our faces to deceive the people," your king reminds them coolly.

"If what you claim is true, justice must be served,” Leon’s father says slowly. "We wish only to see our son. If you accuse him of crimes, let him defend himself before you in a court of law."

“We are far past the court of law,” one of the knights bursts out, stepping forward. You recognize him as one of the men always surrounding the king, perhaps a member of his personal guard. His eyes are crazed as an identically dressed man pulls him back. “Your son deserves nothing but-”

“Child,” the king interrupts, turning to you and nodding thoughtfully, stroking the slight stubble growing on his chin. “You were there. You know him best. Tell us what you think.”

Leon’s mother sneers at you. “The nerve of your tyrant king, keeping innocents locked away under some false pretense no doubt. Mark my words, he will pay if any harm has come to my boy,” she hisses angrily. “Watch what you say around us, mortal.”

You shift uncomfortably, glancing at your mother. “Your son is not what he says. It is true, he killed my father in the woods. But… I do not believe him to be a bad man.”

You wince at the collective gasp that comes from your people. Your king steps away from you, as if you have suddenly caught a strange disease with your words.

“Nevertheless,” he remarks, as if you had never spoken. “If you want your son, you will have to fight for him.”

Whenever something like this has been declared, you have always seen anger flare to life in the opponent’s eyes, making them seem insignificant, not truly something to consider. But it is unsettling, the level looks on their faces.

Leon’s father cocks his head to the side, and you swear that it’s not him anymore, but his son, standing there in front of you, a taunting smile tugging his lips in the opposite directions.

“If that is what you wish.”

They didn’t look back.

Dinner that night is served with an awkward silence, as your mother’s eyes bore into you across the table, asking the silent question that you don’t wish to answer. Eventually she outright expresses her outrage, slamming her hands down onto the table.

You solemnly watch a blueberry roll down the tablecloth, plopping onto the floor with a sad squishing sound. “Ma, yes, I know. But you told me to be honest!”

“Because I thought I changed your mind,” she seethes, cold heartedly, fingers clenching into fists. You get the feeling she’s itching to mess up your face. “But evidently, I was wrong.”

“You’re the only one who'll never understand,” you mumble, reaching for the glass of juice near you. It seems strangely dark for apple juice, but you must’ve requested something else. Things seem to slip from your thoughts more and more often now, especially when your mom stares at you, looking down at you like you’re just a small child, confused, like it’s all your fault.

“There will be a war,” she calls out as you excuse yourself, storming as quietly as you can away from her, away from the sense of agony that floats around your mother, threatening to infect you as well. “I hope you realize you are the cause.”

Her words echo through your head, thoughts that swirl in a hazy mess, refusing to settle. Your head feels fuzzier than usual, dark shapes dancing at the edges of your vision even with eyes closed tight.

You toss and turn, kicking off sweat-soaked sheets as you abandon your futile attempts at rest, bolting upright, gasping, staring wild-eyed into the inky blackness that fills an area that you can’t see yet.

Dawn’s rosy fingers stretch across the sky, chasing the cotton clouds. Blinking your gummy eyes open, panic sets in when unfamiliar surroundings come into focus.

Rough wooden walls greet your bleary vision, the low ceiling beams dotted with bunches of drying herbs, their aroma lingering in the narrow bars of pale morning light that filter through a small window, doing little to illuminate the single sparse room.

Your frantic mind races to piece together how you've come to be in this place instead of your bedchamber. The last thing you recall is fitful dreams amidst the calm night.

A creak of floorboards causes you to start, snapping your head toward the noise. An old woman stands in the open doorway, regarding you with keen interest.

"Awake at last, are you?" she rasps, hobbling closer. "We’ve been waiting quite a while. Our prince must not know you as well as he thinks, hm?” She winks, the sunkissed skin around her eyes wrinkling. 

Alarm courses through you at her words. “Sorry, what prince?”

She laughs, a loud, booming sound you don’t even begin to expect from such a fragile looking woman. “Why, dearie, you know him quite well!”

Dread replaces the alarm, throbbing in time with your heartbeat as you shakily stand up, feeling faint, sunlight warming your skin quickly. “Are we in the forest?"

“Of course,” the old woman croaks. "The prince entrusted me with overseeing your recovery!” 

Shivering, you clutch your head, images from tortured dreams flickering at the edges of memory. "Recovery? Did he drug me?"

The crone cackles again. "Always straight to the point, that’s our prince! Yes, I've a potion or two up my sleeve. But fear not, it was for your own protection. Forces stir in these woods that seek to threaten the royal line, dear."

Unease coils in your gut like a serpent. "Then I must return at once. My kingdom needs its ruler in these troubled times." You stride for the door on unsteady legs.

”Not the human kingdom, dearie,” she chastises, tugging at your sleeve to maneuver you back to the simple bed. “Our kingdom.”

You pause, confused by her strange words. “Pardon?”

She beams, and for the first time, you feel fear. Her outwardly innocent appearance masks a mad woman, you realize.

“You aren’t too bright, are you? No matter, the princess requires little to no intelligence, yes?”

“Princess?” You frown. “Who’s the princess?”

Her grin grows, revealing crooked, uneven teeth sparkling in the gray dawn. She steps to the side, showing the open door, and the figure leaning against the wall.

“You.”

<><><><>

They have started a war. Fools upon fools sent into the forest, like they’ll find you from mere scouting. The forest is a dangerous place, but how would they know? Locked up behind their walls, deeming it safe, never truly understanding the beauty of nature without seeing it.

Nor its dangers.

“I demand to be sent home,” you say definitively, as if they would ever listen, scuffing your foot on the dirt, smearing it on the gnarled roots of the tree.

“You know I cannot allow that,” Leon murmurs, reaching up into his hair to scruff his already tousled locks, letting them fall back, shadowing his eyes. “I cannot let you go.”

“Can you not hear?”

"Why do you persist in asking when you know my answer must remain the same?" Leon replies, frustration creeping into his tone. "We've had this discussion many times."

"And I will keep having it until you see reason!" you retort. "I don't belong here against my will, lest be your bride." 

Leon sighs heavily. "If it could be different, I swear I would change everything. But fate is cruel, no?" A lopsided smile curves his lips.

"So I'm to be your prisoner forever?" Heat rises in your cheeks at the indignity of belonging to him for eternity. "Keep me locked up here while the rest of the world passes me by?"

"It's not like that and you know it," Leon says, worry lines creasing his brow. He paces a few steps before turning back to you. "I'm responsible for keeping our secrets safe. Forgive me for prioritizing that over your temporary discomfort."  

You bite back a retort, longing to wipe that sadly sympathetic look from his face. Carnations could not hold a melting candle to the flush that dusts his cheeks as he entwines his hands with yours, linking your fingers together.

“I promise I will make your life as perfect as I can,” he vows, sounding as sincere as you’ve ever heard him. Then again, how would you know? You believed him like a fool when he charmed his way through your carefully built fortresses, prodding at your heart like a madman, wanting to love you.

“I will hold you to that,” you mumble, biting your lip. He rests a hand on your chin, and tugs at the bottom of your mouth, gazing down at you with so much adoration it wells up in his peacock feathered eyes, irises the most vibrant shade of rainbow gold.

“You are fated to me,” he whispers against your ear, cupping your neck, hands dipping further down your back. “I should hope that brings you joy. I am still the same man you fell in love with.”

“Was the deception necessary?” you ask quietly. “Why could you not have told me, about my father, or of your true identity?”

“I am no fool,” he sighs against your skin. “I would’ve lost you. How you were when you had to leave me, I assume.”

“Heartbroken,” you admit, leaning back into him, melting into the whole of him, feeling separate from the world while the forest watches you, alone and not all at once.

“Well, it is good you have me to help mend it.”

His grin is the crescent moon that shines so brightly, reflecting off the sheen of sweat coating your skin, eyes the twin stars that sparkle around it.

And if his lips are the moon, and his eyes are the stars, then his mouth…

Oh, his mouth is the vast sky.

<><><><><>

You would always recognize those amber eyes, any day, any place, any time because they are the mirror to your own, depths of tar, emotions slowly dragging across the orange liquid, a fossil preserved in time.

And those eyes peer back at you on another nightly stroll, mere hours until the wedding at dawn, irises hidden in the bushes, and Leon doesn’t notice the soft rustling. You wonder how his keen ears have missed it, but perhaps your breathy whispers in them have muted it.

You grit your teeth when he tenses against you, sensing that you are not alone. He keeps an arm barred against your waist, pinning you against the chipped tree trunk as he twists over his shoulder to scan the clearing.

A flower waves goodbye to you, disappearing between the leaves, and some part of you hopes Leon notices it, grabs your hand and rushes away, vanishing into the thick, mysterious forest.

But he doesn’t. His eyes stay fixed on the bushes, trying to make anything out, and you wonder what’s got him so preoccupied, what’s got his mind racing.

The knife, your mother’s voice whispers in your ear, and you can hear it, truly, but Leon doesn’t, so you wonder whether it's true. The leather handle glints in the moonlight, shadowed by his broad frame. 

Your fingers snake around it, and for a few moments you aren’t even aware of your actions until the blade is buried deep into his skin. Warm liquid seeps from the intrusion as you freeze, dragging your eyes up, meeting Leon’s thunder lit eyes.

A broken sigh escapes his lips, through his parted teeth a torrent of ruby cuts off his air supply, sending him stumbling back from you. Instinctively you rub the area he had pressed against so roughly, already losing him.

He reaches out for you, fingers grasping at the air as he falls, however graceful as a little feathered fiend down on the dead foliage, where you had both tread mere hours ago, the bitterness you once felt towards him completely gone as he discussed your future.

Children. A boy, maybe two girls?

An empire. Anything you want, my princess.

Perfectly fine, in your eyes. You love him, don’t you?

But now here he is, lying on decaying foliage, strawberry-blonde locks spread out in a widening splash of red, a crown on his peaceful face. He doesn’t stir.

The air is thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves, mingling with the sweet, faint aroma of blooming honeysuckle nearby, sweet like your mother’s scent as she gathers you in her arms, a caring gesture, but the knife slips from your trembling fingers.

“You’re safe now, don’t worry, you’re with me now,” she coos, a gentle breeze whispered through the trees and past the shell of your too red ears, making the branches sway as if they were dancing at your demise.

And you’ve wished for this so many times over the weeks.

Wished to be back in her arms.

But in some cruel twist of fate, you don’t anymore.

Your eyes are stuck on Leon’s limp body, as it dissolves into feathers, paintbrushes coated in the crimson of his blood, that, just like you, are gathered between the wind’s caring fingers and swept away, just like that.

Your father was killed by his hand.

He was killed by your hand.

So it seems that there has always been a monster in you, too.

How would your mother put it?

A shaky smile spreads across your face as you tug her in further, imaging her voice in your head, just as you had with the knife.

A beast.

[blues824]

Can I please request the remarried empress with the female douma again but with a twist .

🌈The high priest dies in a carage accident (totally not her fault because she wanted to ruin rattrash and sovieshit their lives )and her becoming the high priest.

💐People worshiping her too the point of saying that she is the only god they pray for and her going full in cult mode again and people not caring.

🌈But for navier going full on for her wedding praising her saying that she deserves the title of the western empress and that she should not feel guilty for taking her title.

💐Her saying to heinley she would comit genocide and war crimes for navier so if he does hurt navier he whoud feel her wrath and then smiling and saying congrats for marrying navier.

🌈How would everyone react to her being the new priest and seeing the amount folowers she has that whoud comit crimes for her from lady to queen to high priest (rattrash is fighting air rn.)

Before we start, this is an AU. I don’t know if the High Priest can get married, so this does not involve Kosair. You were still married to King Wharton III, but he died before this point and you had not remarried yet.

Sovieshu

Upon hearing that the High Priest had died and you were taking his place, any chance of you becoming his concubine was out the window almost immediately. A High Priest or Priestess always remained unmarried so that they could spend all of their time worshiping and honoring the gods and goddesses.

That, in turn, started a long night of drinking his sorrows away. Not only had he lost his wife, but he also lost you. All that he had left was a woman who knew nothing about becoming a proper woman of the court, let alone becoming an Empress.

You were actually the one to officiate the wedding between the two of them, actually. All you had to do was officiate and then you were dipping so that you could go back to running the cult dedicated to you. And let me tell you, you left right after the whole ‘you may kiss the bride’ thing.

Rashta

When she heard that you became the High Priestess, she was absolutely angry at this. You just wanted to cause her more and more trouble. In addition to that, you were the highest power in the continent of Wol, which really put her in a tricky situation. She was definitely not on your good side, so technically speaking she was on the side that opposed the gods and goddesses.

However, she let out a sigh of relief when you said that you would be glad to officiate the wedding between her and Sovieshu. After all, the Emperor has been like a brother to you since childhood (worst way to friendzone someone, but bro needs it anyway). 

During the wedding, you were shocked at the absolutely horrible dress that she had chosen to wear, but in your mind it was their wedding, and they could decide what they wanted to wear. You had a bit of a tough time holding it together as you officiated the ceremony, and you had to excuse yourself before you burst into laughter.

Navier

You were helping her prepare for her wedding when you received the news that the High Priest had been killed in a carriage accident. Navier held you in her arms as you processed the information, and she sent a servant to call Heinrey into the room so that she could ask to postpone the wedding to give you time to take over as the High Priestess.

Once the ceremony was over with, you set about officiating her and Heinrey’s wedding. You have even been there to declare Heinrey and Navier the first Emperor and Empress of the Western Empire, and it had the seal of approval from the High Priests (AKA you). 

She was able to see your growing following, and she was honestly one of them. You were like a blessing to her, and you also were deemed a child of the gods when the High Priest was still alive and when you were a child. It only made sense, really.

Heinrey

A servant had let him know that the High Priest had passed and you were next in line for the position. This position was not inherited through family members, but rather who has more of a connection with the gods. Obviously you were the best candidate for the job.

Even though your entire life just changed, you made time in your schedule to be the one to officiate his wedding to Navier. After all, it was your duty as the former Queen of the Western Kingdom. Plus, you knew that Heinrey was wanting to turn the W.K. into the Western Empire.

You decided that there were enough resources within the Kingdom to be considered an Empire, and thus he got your sign of approval. You even crowned the first Emperor and Empress of the Western Empire. You, unfortunately, couldn’t stick around for too long after that.

[b0nten]

POLAROIDS & CIGARETTES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ them finding out you have a polaroid of you in your phone case

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ ran sanzu and hakkai being goofy

hakkai

bro is SO excited

literally the happiest man alive

he just wanted to see what the time was and next thing he knew he was hit by a sudden rush of euphoria, happiness and everything positive

my guy looked at you like you had just commited the BIGGEST, MOST SINFUL crime ever

“what’s wrong, hakkai?”

“are you REALLY asking that 🤨?”

“….”

“UR PHONE CASE IS SO CUTE☺️☺️!!!”

and then he kisses you

literally so wholesome

would URGE you to take another pic for him to keep in his phone case.

boy adores showing you off

speaking about showing you off,,

i think his photo would be REAAAAAALLY similar to yours or maybe even a re-enacted version of yours

matchy king

the photo is of you two on your anniversary, at tokyo disneyland. it’s so pretty — the sky is dark and there’s fireworks dancing on it, and the castle’s towering behind you. you and hakkai are wearing matching mickey and minnie mouse ears and you’re holding a giant koala plushie that the won for you at an arcade. it’s the most beautiful picture ever, especially because you’re both laughing and oozing out that same happy energy through the photo!

ran

ALSO SO EXCITED

HE’S SOOOOO SMUG ABOUT IT TOO

like “what’s that you got there. y/n😏?”

“oh, this?” you lift your phone and show him the back “it’s a polaroid we took when we went to West Walk”

unlike hakkai, he doesn’t keep a polaroid in his phone case, only because he tried to but somehow lost it :(

he likes to show it off SO MUCH THO

like, when he’s with friends every 10 minutes he’s like “btw did you see this cute pic of me and my queen?”

LOVE THAT FOR HIM

get urself a man like ran

the photo is one of you in a bigass fitting room in saint laurent, looking SO extra.

bonus: you actually have two polaroids, the second being one of you two fooling around in a department store.

the picture is of you two, and you’re sitting in a cart, while he’s the one pushing it.

also, both of them are SURELY mirror pics. i will not argue or elaborate.

another bonus:

years later, when he works for bonten, he comes up randomly to you and tells you to get dressed. then, he takes you to West Walk into YSL and you guys take photos like the two cuties that you are. then, he tells you to put it in your phone case. before you leave, you have him unknowingly recreate the department store photo that he STILL doesn’t know of.

sanzu

first things first

let me start by describing the polaroid

your polaroid consists of a drunk, blurry selfie you took with your boyfriend when the two of you had one too many drinks.

he’s leaning against a brick wall on the street, struggling to light a cigarette. he’s got one leg propped up, the other fully out in the street, and his white hair is messy. he looks so grumpy too 🥹🥹

then, in the opposite corner, there’s you! your face is so zoomed in and blurry but your contagious smile ia still noticeable, through the crinkle of your eyes and very very stretched skin around the mouth from how hard you’re smiling (since the mouth can’t even be seen)

i think it’s cute

actually really cute

he’s not really of the same opinion as i

but that’s ok! we don’t care!

“ Y/NNNNN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKKKK”

^ his first reaction

then he actually started panicking

“what if your parents see this?”

“my parents live an ocean and plenty of kilometers away”

“YEAH BUT STILL”

you try to reassure him that the picture is very nice and you’ve actually gotten a lot of compliments on it

“PEOPLE REALLY SAW IT????” now he wants to crawl into a hole and die

almost goes into septic shock when mucho sees the picture and points out that it represents your guys’ dynamic pretty darn good (doesn’t say anything bad or laughs maliciously, genuinely think it’s cute)

[smoothiedreams]

A friend recently started watching One Piece again and it opened my mind to talk abt headcanons

( especially usopp and sanji, fight me )

So...

One piece headcanon

We know usopp enjoy drawing for what was showed up to us back pré time skip right? ( it should be more done on screen, pls oda listen to me-) He has a scketbook but what if he just paint a WHOLE WALL OF SUNNY like a beautiful frame of the sea, sun or/and island, franky would definitely encourage him and luffy and chopper could try to "help" him sometimes.

Speaking of franky, i think his friendship with usopp is something so SUPER, they are bros and definitely can go of having a good time making some projects together and teaching each other to just tease the other, and franky gives all vibes of "big bro", he is watching usopp and is proud of him in ever step

BROOK - just him, this man skeleton deserves the screen, he is fucking soul king! Where are his fans? Why we haven't seen a room full of guitars and instruments? FOR ROGER he knows how to sing!!! A ARTIST as usopp, and they could share they interest on art and maybe pass the time on silence with brook playing smt and usopp drawing, franky could enjoy them!

Have i said usopp is a artist? Bc i'm to say it again! I don't just think he's interested in drawing, He also likes manual things just like Frank and have his plants, what do you think about SEWING, nami could know and teach him, or he already know bc he basically raise himself and teach HER. And then he makes his own clothes or sewn some draw on a piece of clothe, like a flower on pants ( luffy usually would ask him to save some of his clothes or make smt cool on his jacket )

Nami for me trys to be a big sis and end being a silly little gremlin, She likes pranks and likes play around ( not like luffy, but smart ) She calls Usopp to gossip, she likes garden, she likes to be spoiled bc she had to steal to survive. And most important, she can be realy introspective, she can just sit on the deck and feel the sun hitting her face and the sea breeze ruffling her hair and get lost in thoughts about the world.

Still nami she knows the basic of drawing ( I could say that she knows how to draw, but I want to believe that cartography requires much more mathematical knowledge than drawing beautiful ) and for that she can make fast decisions based on math, like physics? I dunno. The point for me is that she can visualize things well because she knows the basics of drawing and how to calculation. So if she view a obstacle or a alley she would know what to do to pass/get out. She makes parkour. And she's reasonably good at aiming.

Robin reads a lot, she knows things, she can know abt plants, do you know who could like talk abt plants? Chopper bc he is a doctor, usopp bc he uses them to survive, nami bc she likes her fruits, and BROOK bc i say so ( joking, he just likes tea ) maybe jinbe would like to tell abt sea plants? They all have a lecture or a casual meeting where they sit in a circle and talk for hours. ( luffy tries to participate but loses focus quickly)

Something says to me that Robin likes hats, I don't know why

Luffy has ADHD

Luffy can surprisingly practices yoga, he can have the calm if he wants and delight play with his body, This also helps him explore the rubber's capabilities and stretch for the morning

I think that since he was always walking around in the forest with ace anda sabo, he likes to walk. And explore obviously, but the sunny isn't the florest, he still can walk towards the ship, For some long times ( one day he walked in a circle on the ship's deck more than 20 times ) is common to see him just exploring sunny as it was for the first time, it is when he look all of his crew on each nock

Zoro has a very high metabolism. He sleeps a lot, eats a lot and trains a lot. But sometimes he just sits in the corner of the ship and looks at the swords or polishes them.

Because he know how to identify a good sword just by looking at the metal, he is also good at knowing if a piece of jewelry is worth what it says it is.

I feel like he likes walking barefoot and feel the earth under his feet. To me he is very touch of things but try to repress this

Sanji value his appearance, he HAVE TO take care of his hair properly! And soak feet in hot water with herbs sometimes.

He has a separate recipe book exclusively for things that are good for hair. Just in case

He have to use more glasses, mister prince have to return to us 😭 ( also i think bc his eyes are blue he is light sensitive )

He likes to cook, but not so much to eat.

He likes to share the kitchen, would never admit it, but the presence of someone else can bring him to the present ( he tends to dissociate ) - usopps is his most constant companion

He likes the draws, He admires people who can make art, like franky who makes big things, He finds these people smart for having the capacity, and robin who on his view is good at everthing if she wants

He likes to observe. It might look like he's just standing there looking at the girls in bikinis on the deck. But he is he's noticing how the shadow casts itself in a certain corner of the sunny And how brook seems to be telling smt abt music to luffy. For that he can notices if anyone gives sign of hungry

Robin is like a big sis to him. He respect her, of course he is like that with all ladies but with her is more... Specific? Maybe is her past, which he project smts, Her intelligence and how her mind seems to be a large library of knowledge. She is also a good listener and if she pushes in the right way, he can open up to her. He knows she's a solid presence you can trust, that gives him security. She also reminds him that he can be a jerk sometimes with just a look and a kind smile. He misses Reiju looking at her, both of them are smart and gently. And could kick his ass easily. What women ( a bit of myself speaking here lol)

I was thinking since jinbe, brook and robin are olders they like to hang out amd speak things more "mature". I think Jinbe anda robin enjoy delving into different cultures together. Franky and robin can talk abt anything, mainly from the ship's crew. (They are like Usopp and Nami, sometimes just gossiping. Sometimes Checking if everything is ok with the crew). I think I brook and jinbd would form a really good friendship, brook would speak abt laboon and jinbe act as listening to a father talk about his kid. He wouldn't complain. (Maybe he would talk a little about some of the kids on Fish-Man Island he met or any marine animal)

Luffy, usopp and franky have many scars on their hands. Zoro as well but not so much.

Chopper has a diary. For me, as a doctor he has to write down many things about his patients for future monitoring and records. It makes him enjoy writing. And since observing and looking for symptoms is also a function of doctors, He easily notice interesting details in human interactions. He not always understand what they mean.

He writes about all of the tribulations separately. In the corner of the nursery is there a shelf with a book for each of the Straw Hats, Containing everything from their medical data to how they act during the day. For example, he wrote about what a happy Luffy is like and what a Sad Day Luffy is like. (this is just a report of when he saw his captain collapse after something traumatic).

He may be a child, but he has an adult mentality. He would know how to deal with a "war scenario". This is what he does when everyone on the crew is hurt, he sets priorities and helps others to help themselves.

He and Robin are well organized and sometimes get together to establish an organizational method for something.

Could bring some of the customs from the island where he was born, For example, he has a tendency to drink certain hot drinks that remind him of home or wear winter clothes.

Jinbe and nami have some kind of father-daughter bond, He has a duty to himself to take care of her and it leaded him to find how strong and amazing she is, he praises her a lot without noticing. The first time nami tried not to be affected, but sometimes she needs to hear some praise and support. She might melt for the big heart of te "old man". ( how could someone hurt this fishman ? offend him and you will receive eye daggers )

Just like Sanji, Nami and Usopp like to take care of their hair properly. They like to try out hairstyles on each other or simply get ready in the same room.

We should appreciate Usopp's hair more. we were deprived of seeing these beautiful curls in the wind in a wild and beautiful way

Nami likes cats

Usopp likes dogs

Sanji thing he isn't good with children but like them - he likes birds

Zoro is followed by dogs often - dunno ( I think they just identify with the loyalty they feel coming from Zoro. After all, the dog is man's best friend.)

Luffy and usopp like to look for insects

Sanji, nami and BROOK hate them

Franky is a dog person

Robin is good with animals. Like a disney's princess

Jinbe talk with the sea smt

Chopper also tends to follow zoro

[orgxnas]

Hunger Games Characters and Their Favorite Classic Frat Banger™️

Katniss

Moment 4 Life by Nicki Minaj

Let’s be honest she not the frat party type

But this song just… speaks to her

Like Nicki’s whole opening verse? Oh yeah she a Nicki fan

“In this very moment, I’m king/ In this very moment, I slayed Goliath with a sling” and she did

She likes how slow-paced the song is too

Really makes her stop and think about how lucky she is that she made it out and that the odds were literally stacked against her from the start

“Cause I’m still hood, Hollywood (the Capitol) couldn’t change me/ Shout out to my haters, sorry that you couldn’t faze me!” WHAT

Peeta

Sexy Bitch by David Guetta

He’s fr tryna find a way to describe this girl (Katniss) without being disrespectful

Loooovvveeesss the white girl tunes

Katniss loves watching him when the song comes on bc he just gets so silly!

The horrors cannot break him when David Guetta is playing

Gale

Mr. Brightside by The Killers/ Mo Bamba by Sheck Wes

OFC HE WOULD ARE YOU KIDDING

Once Mr. Brightside comes on Gale is already drunk asf

Takes the lyrics suuuupppeeerrr personally

Guilt-trip-sings at Katniss. Lowkey mean to Peeta😭

NOW ALTERNATIVELY

Some of you may have opposing views, but Gale would def join a frat

“No Katniss you don’t get it, it’s not about partying or getting girls, it’s about brotherhood and community service” yeah sure

Mo Bamba is def Frat Boy!Gale’s fav song

Haymitch

Wipe Me Down (Remix) by Foxx, Webbie, and Lil Boosie

old ahh mf

Bro gets INTO it

Once he gets to the middle of that dance circle, he does not stop moving

Katniss is horror struck bc no way this is the same Haymitch she met back in 12??

Peeta records it for whenever him and Katniss need a laugh

Effie LOVES that bro is finally cutting loose

Effie

Va Va Voom by Nicki Minaj

she would LOVE Nicki in her Roman era

Loves Nicki period

Loves how the music sounds

She IS the main attraction

“Just met a boy, just met a boy when/ he could become my little problem” and she was thinking abt Haymitch (I will ship them until the day I die)

What does Va Va Voom even mean? Only Nicki and Ms. Trinket knows

Finnick

Temperature by Sean Paul

oh his slutty lil hips

They be MOVIN

Keeps insane eye contact while he dance it’s a miracle every girl there didn’t leave pregnant from the eye contact alone

Knows how hot he looks dancing to this song and knows that even though every girl there wants him, he goes home to Annie at the end of the night

Johanna

I Don’t Fuck With You by Big Sean

OF COURSE THIS IS HER FAV

Looks mfs dead in the face while singing

Accidentally (on purpose) flipped off President Snow when this song was playing

She cannot dance

But noooo one is gonna tell her that

One time during an interview with Caesar she hijacked the interview and performed this song on national television. Didn’t get very far tho bc they cut the cameras QUICK (I was there)

[azgfggf]

Spoilers for One Piece post Marineford/Egghead

Hot take, but Monkey D Dragon is a little bitch.

Bro is the ~*Most dangerous criminal in the world*~ but does literally nothing????? Like what does he do??? He abandoned HIS OWN SON because “The child is a weakness” or some shit. M8 it’s been proven time and time again that fighting for something (especially family) MAKES A BETTER CREW

•Whitebeard

•Strawhats

•LITERAL PIRATE KING

“Oh but he just doesn’t have the time to raise a child!”

Okay dragon

Okay

WHAT IS THIS

WHAT IS IT DRAGON

He says he wants to protect Luffy, but then sends him to live with Garp. Hoe that is NOT protection. “Oh he saved them from Smoker and Buggy” you mean the one Marine that actually cares about justice and the pirate they literally already defeated? So you can save him from Smoker but not your Croco ex-wife???? Bitch the lighting saved Luffy, not you.

SPEAKING OF WHICH *Pretend I smack a whiteboard right here*

MARINEFORD

WHERE WERE YOU

I literally looked it up and all I got was Reddit posts like nobody knows. So now I gotta ask, what is more important than Marineford?? Like especially to dragon.

•Iva is there (Fresh out of Impel Down)

•Kuma is there

•Luffy is there

•Whitebeard is there

•Multiple crews are all united to fight the government and broadcasted worldwide (SOUNDS GOOD FOR A REBELLION HMMM???)

•SON OF PIRATE KING

OH YEAH AND ALSO

•EVERY

•SINGLE

•ADMIRAL

DRAGON THIS WAS YOUR ONE CHANCE TO DO AS MUCH DAMAGE PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE TO THE WORLD GOVERNMENT OUTSIDE OF NUKING MARIEJOA. WHERE WERE YOU????

SPEAKING OF DRAGON NOT DOING SHIT.

WHO IS THIS DRAGON. TELL ME

DO YOU REMEMBER HER YOU SWINE????

He really said “Ooooooohh nah we can’t saveeee her because uhhhh she can handle it or whatever”

YOU

DON’T

KNOW

THAT

Kuma, along with everybody else in this entire fucking organization ACTUALLY DOES.

Dragon is the only child of a Marine Vice Admiral, and compared to literally everyone else in the OP world, is extremely privileged. Bro was educated, always fed, and his father had a well respected and stable job. He doesn’t know jack shit about what Celestial Dragons do on the inside. Unless, of course, he *did* know how bad they were from Garp or smth (MEANING HE REFUSED TO SAVE HER KNOWING WHAT THEY’D DO) or unless he had spies in Mariejoa (IN WHICH CASE WHY DID HE NOT SAVE HER??) OR MAYBE HE COULD USE THE ONE PERSON WHO

• CAN TELEPORT ANYWHERE

• KNOWS THE LAYOUT OF MARIEJOA’S SLAVE SYSTEM

• WANTS TO SAVE HER DESPERATELY

MAN IS TAKING LEAPS AND BOUNDS TO ABANDON THIS WOMAN FOR WHAT PURPOSE? ONE OF HIS FRIEND AND ALLIES (Kuma) HAS LOST SOMEBODY VERY IMPORTANT. I’ve seen people make connections with Luffy and Vivi but that’s a whole different thing bcz Luffy both A) wants to save her and B) knows she’s not with celestial dragons.

Now I hate him, post Kuma backstory I hate him more for what he did to my girl. But I also know that a lot of this stuff is still undetermined. Oda has a knack for making me love character within a very small amount of chapters. I’m open to liking this guy, but everything he’s done so far is annoying me to hell. If Iva trusts him, I trust him for now, but DAYM all this guy does is stare East at the kid he abandoned and his maybe dead probably trans ex-wife.