#pls watch this movie so i don't have to lose my mind over it alone??

[karandonna]

The Hunger Games - The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

I'm giving my best trying (hard) to like this movie, but eventually it just doesn't work. Despite all those sneak peek all over social media, bunch of interviews, behind the scenes, possibly fired up my hopes as I previously had with the original THG trilogy. This prequel is just boring. So boring even young love between Snow and Lucy Gray couldn't keep me well seated.

(pls dully noted that I went to see this movie out of context, no book reading, absolutely no idea bout what was Panem like 64 years prior, I just jumped off the fence and trust my gut just like I did when I watched THG for the first time. Now I'm desperate have a collectible edition from the series for better understanding and better judgement over Lucy and Snow)

Straightforward to...

Young Snow is surely a bright head and talent amongst other member of this elite school, but tell me again how exactly those 12 students suddenly being labelled as a "mentor" with no heads up about their particular aptitude or surviving skills?! Even these "mentor" cannot defend themselves, let alone their mentee.

This might be an unpopular opinion, but Lucy Gray is one confusing character to me. She had no previous detail with the covey that helps me understand why she had to survive in the first place. Back in district 12 but she moved here and there with the packs, the absence of her surviving skills, out of blue had romantically involved with her capitol mentor way too soon, super random background past with Billy Taupe (???). The Reaping Day scene was indeed pleasing to the ear but I don't think I need extra two stage performances with the guitar because I started to feel like I'm watching High School Musical drama instead of dystopian action. I'm well aware that the title literally called "ballad" but don't you think one is enough and just let the background do the rest? Love the outfit though!

Apparently, Lucy Gray is not the only confusing character here. Let's talk about Snow. This so called brothership he had with Sejanus feels artificial. Just put down the friendship bracelet off screen, we don't mind to see the rivalry between Snow and Sejanus trying to shape the world with their own preferences.

The rebellion bombing scene and Lucy feels like trying to save Snow??? I mean...this is capitol we talking about and stranger is rhyming with danger, right? This helping hand scene was unnecessary and lame. Even if this danger is on disguise with blonde curls, you better safe than sorry.

I barely see the "games" Dr. Gaul was making (was snakes count?). Where's the bloodbath scene? Isn't it supposed to be like survival of the fittest? Well, Lucy did survive the "games" and then what? Back to district 12 like the 10th annual never happened? No wonder the audience did lose the appetite of the games.

Just when I thought Coriolanus Snow would be this morally grey...

Yes, we all have the same feeling about the buzz cut!

Well, I guess there's more to Snow other than just landing on top.

[babymilkawa]

hi? so this is my first time requesting so i don't really know what to say but can i request quarantine dad hcs but with kaminari,kirishima and sero,pleaseee? and btw i really really love your writingssss💖

waoww I’m honored to b ur first, anon ><

quarantine dad headcanons with:

kaminari denki, kirishima eijiro, hanta sero

gn!reader :)

modernworld!au

original quarantine dad hcs

kaminari denki

lemme j say that it’s chaos

he will literally get 0 ZERO work done bc he’s j fooling around with your kid

lucky for him, his work and boss are pretty flexible so turning things a few minutes late aren’t a biggie

you on the other hand, could use some peace and quiet

now that you’re both working from home, you only have one surface to work on: your dining table, and you share that with your husband

except he can't sit still so your kid will go up to him to play and he'll reach out to tickle them, jiggling the table and causing you to lose your focus

you've contemplated going to a nearby cafe like Starbucks with good wifi but the thought of leaving your husband and child alone threw that thought out the window

it was distracting but it also meant ur breaks were never boring

if it was takeout day, you'd all sit around the table and enjoy your little meals, your kid swinging their legs underneath the table, kicking you or your husband

but if there were any important meetings, kami will understand if you need privacy and he'll take your kid out to the park

at the end of the day, they're both knocked out on the couch, cute

kirishima eijiro

he is #1 daddy

can litrally handle his kid while paying attention and being professional in his work/meetings

man ok just imagine boss!kirishima who’s always giving his coworkers a good time with him being so chill and relaxed, they don’t mind at all if his kid pops in to say hi

it’s just adorable and squeezes their hearts aww cuz the kid is like kirishima but copy paste

if he’s not working, he’ll be playing with the kid and occasionally shushing them cuz “mommy/daddy’s working” and then for no reason the two of them will break out into giggles

he’ll have a break where he’ll chop up fruit and have ur kid prepare drinks and they bring it to u in a tray

ur kids jumping around all “I poured the drink! I did!!”

and they just won’t leave the room so kirishimas gotta throw them over his shoulder

also very careful when you guys go out

if the kid fusses with the mask, y’all j can’t go out 🤷🏽‍♀️das the rule

“But daddyyy I want to go play and drink cawfee”

“Coffee?? since when do u drink coffee”

“since I put bean’s in my water!”

Keep in mind they’re like 5

but the rule is no mask no going out and he’s rly strict on it

hanta sero

very similar to kaminari except he knows when to stop

ur kid is young so they’ll need naps and all

and...so does ur hubby

yes he’ll have the two of them camp out in the living room while u work at the table

he’s got the cushions and a huuuge blanket that is often used to fit the 3 of u under it for movies

honestly, it’s tempting to wrap the both of them into a blanket burrito

I’m hungry now damn

but if he’s not sleeping it out with his kid, sero will join you at the table, giving you any drinks or snacks u want, even cleaning up the house a little

Either that orrrr he’ll be bored and go bother u

poking ur sides, having one sided staring contests and wiggling eyebrows

it leaves u giggling cuz u can’t focus

and when he’s working, don’t even bother doing the same, he’ll give u the look like just u wait...

at the end of the day, it’s the 3 of u talking abt ur day but here’s how it goes down

“So how was ur day dad?” U ask him

“Oh you know the usual, going to work, commuting to the kitchen, putting my little colleague to sleep.”

ur kid places a hand on his and giggles, “I’m not a colee!!”

“What about you babe?” He asks.

“Hmm, I went to the zoo today and watched these cute animals play with each other but then they got tired and fell asleep on my couch!”

and for a min ur kid believes you

turning to sero, they ask, “daddy can we go tomorrow? To see? Pleaseee”

and the two of you crack up cuz ur kid got the colleague joke but not this

pls this is so cute

bnha masterlist

[cata-linaa]

Hello, how are you? Okay, well not gonna lie it's my first time requesting anything, so I would like to request a match-up. If possible. :) If I have any mistakes you are more than welcome to correct me or tell me to do it again.

I am 20 years old, female and from Germany. I study medicine, am in the 2nd year. I can speak five languages and am currently learning Icelandic - I don't know why to be all honest- and love to read and draw in my free time. I am also in a MMA club, it's my fourth year now -it's a miracle that I'm still alive, hahaha- and I've played football for seven years. Because of the pandemic we are not allowed to participate in any sports, so I'm rather at home and studying. I also love volleyball, not gonna lie, I've watched HQ because of it. I never played volleyball professionally but I would like to. The adrenaline when I play with some friends is indescribable! To my personality, well I am really "direct", if something doesn't add up in my mind I would not hesitate to tell my opinion. I am a really good listener and give amazing advices, in my 20 years I've been through a lot, my mind is like a 70 year old person's. Due some traumatic experiences, I've developed depression and its best friend anxiety. Even though I have the feeling that I have no friends -which I have but, I don't know how to explain, it's more like you try to keep the friendship up, ya know?- I have depression and anxiety right next to me as my friends, they come and go to check up on me can't deny their effort for that. Damn, I wrote a lot. However, to the last things, I have brown hair and hazel-green eyes. If you want to know anything else -which I don't think- Hahaha.

I wish you a nice day! ❤

hello hello! sorry this is so late, my life is VERY funny, and by funny i mean I’m a piñata, and life is a blindfolded child with their older sibling’s metal baseball bat. But i’m hopefully going back to my semi-sporadic schedule, maybe posting once every week or two, or if i’m feeling extra inspire-y i’ll do more :)

yo anon you’re legitimately one of the coolest people ever from this description alone my smoker lungs could never do sports tf i’m jealous-

anyways, are you ready…. to…..RUMBLLLLLLLEEEEE?!!!

i match you with… 

HAJIME IWAIZUMI (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER (woooooo!!)

Lucky lucky you!!! (this got very long I got carried away-)

Listen, I can already TELL this one is gonna be a good one

You’re a polyglot? He could listen to you speak all day, he would even try to help you learn another language with flash cards, even if he has no idea, you’re you, it’s important! 

He can’t draw, but he sits at the kitchen table with you nevertheless, and has some fancy art paper and materials for you (because you deserve it) and some 8x11 printer paper and a 12 pack of colored pencils he purchased form the local corner store. He often wants to draw you, the warped ms paint-looking drawings are quite charming, and you find yourself keeping them in your bag, or on your desk. 

You in turn, give him a portrait you drew over the course of a while to him as a part of a birthday gift, and he brings it wherever his job takes him, pressed neatly in a clipboard or notebook, he sometimes brushes his fingers over the lines drawn by you as if it was strands of your hair

Imagine this real quick: medicine??? Being an athletic trainer??? those studies are kind of similar, so y’all would meet in class hypothetically in the weird idea bank that is my head

Iwa is a complete sucker for interesting features in someone, green eyes? He will melt, and thinks about your eyes and how they light up when you smile, when you look at him he genuinely loses his train of thought and starts to lose his cool and stutter a little bit, oikawa teases him a lot about it, you two are close and 

it’s a match made in hell when you two go party together, and you guys have to get Iwa to come pick you guys up (i feel like every writer on here has made a post about this very scenario, its just canon at this point)

When you had your football games, (idk what position you play but i hope you mean the soccer kind of football bc thats what i’m imagining) he’s always at the edge of his seat on the side of the field, if you score a goal/block a goal he stands up and he’s cheering for you, or even better, when you look at him, he has the most supportive look In his eyes, and smiles at you, and shit, the other team knows they can’t stand a chance now. 

When you’re doing MMA, he finds that SO HOT PLS- 

Forbid if you ever get hurt while doing sports, he will run to your sides where he is watching you and make sure everything is okay, because he can’t have someone else go through that, not on his watch ouch lmao sorry

you two often play sports together in the park or something, maybe a morning run or two to keep yourselves active during the pandemic (can you tell i’ve barely ever even thought about athletics i’m so sorry) 

You guys definitely have one of those friend groups where you do shit like climb a mountain or do a bootcamp for fun and post it on social media

The two of you look GOOD in athleticwear together. 

strong people are his absolute weakness, both physical and mentally

When he sees you caught up in a rant, even if its about something serious, a part of him smiles, since that passionate energy is what attracted him to you in the first place

when you told oikawa that he looked ugly in the outfit he picked out, Iwa laughed so hard he couldn’t fucking BREATHE for like ten minutes

On a more serious note, when you’re not feeling your best, he stops everything to make you feel better. One call and he could be on the next car ride, bus, train, or flight home, ready to tell you that you are loved and valid. Everyone loves your presence, he reminds you, and if your’e comfortable with it, he invites oikawa and the rest of your friend group for a self-care/movie night, just to show you just how much everyone wants to be around and how they and him will just show up to you, no matter what. 

He’s your safe space, and wants to spend every part of his life with the thing that matters most- you. 

[local80smotel]

All knowing love

pairing; V x Trans Man! Reader

summary; being under V's loving and watchful eye.

requested; Anonymous

rating; T

warnings; transphobia, parental abuse (physical), hints of suicide (but never outright said)

word count; 2185

A/N; this isn't wasn't the fluffiest thing I could write but once talking to my trans boyfriend I couldn't help but feel having a bit of angst was acceptable.

When Y/N was still just a child, he knew something was off about him. Not something "bad" or "wrong" that people would call this feeling when he'd tell them. "It's just a phase" was a comment that was thrown at them mostly by their parents when they were still in their teens, just before high Chancellor Sutler was ever in the eye of politics. Oh, how those days would seem like a humid southern summer walk compared to when Sutler came into the picture. The transphobia he had experienced grew like how weeds grow in futile soil.

The comments like "You're confused" slowly started to warp into something more demeaning to the boy as the Chancellor candidate's toxic grip on the people of England started to squeeze any "unwanted" life out of it. "Undesirable" life as he would call it. When hair was cut after Sutler was elected, there weren't small arguments anymore that would be fixed when he'd be asked if he were hungry and wanted to eat supper with them. It became violent and unlike the people who had raised him for the last 15 years. Having handfuls of freshly cut hair be ripped out because his mother was holding him by his scalp just to yell in his face how much of a monster he was broke his heart.

Was it fear that caused this? Were they scared of losing their only child as many other families had? Was their bundle of joy in their life really an undesirable and the cause of this virus outbreak? Just why? He'd ask himself that as he was packing his bags in preparation to leave the family home for good.

Three long years had passed and at the ripe age of 18, he moved out into the busy streets of London. A small pit in his stomach began to form as the sickening feeling came back. The cause of it was from one simple but yet complex question; could he survive in this fascist regime? Sadness also fueled this emotional fire, sadness from knowing he'd have to use so many things he knew was wrong and didn't describe him truthfully just so he could get a place to come to when curfew hit; The name that was long dead to him the second it was given to him and female pronouns. He'd be signing his own death certificate if he put Y/N instead of his deadname on his application to rent.

They'd look it up and find no Y/N L/N in England and call the police on him in a split second. Shivers ran down his spine as he imagined what would happen to him if that became a reality. No one knew what happened when you were deemed "undesired" but everyone after having Sulter for three years knew that they would go missing and would be never seen of or heard from again. You were just wiped off the face of the Earth.

Y/N lucky had enough money saved from working in retail for the past 2 years to get a small apartment. When he was finally given the keys to the place he couldn't help but sigh in relief. At least in this tiny space, he could be his true self without shaking in fear as he had in his past while being stuck in his parents' home. The next three years were some of the worse when it came to dysphoria. Being forced to go to work almost every day and be called ma'am or miss and be deadnamed constantly damaged his mental health to the point it felt easier just to be open with his identity.

Anything would be better than being forced to hide in this shell of terror. Nights of panic attacks and sobbing that sounded like a wounded animal as he laid on the rotten wooden floor became a routine. On the morning of his 21st birthday, he woke up in the late afternoon. There was no panic in him when he realized he was late for work, how could someone care when this would be their last day on Earth?

With scissors in his hand, he grabbed his hair and began to chop it off sloppily but that didn't matter to him as long as it was finally short like it was when he was a child, and that was enough for him. The thought that when the police would see him, that'd see a man instead of what society had deemed him brought a smile to the young adult. The feeling of freedom pumped through his veins as he went on with his day. It felt odd but refreshing to feel the cold air from his AC on his neck as he fixed himself some bacon and eggs. It wasn't the fanciest thing someone could eat on this day, but it was enough for him.

Around ten AM he left his flat, walking with newfound confidence due to his hair and now his wrapped chest. He had heard from the grapevine that wrapping one's chest in medical bandages could cause serious damage like nerve loss but one this final day he decided to risk it so he could pass in normal daily life. Being called sir by ticket seller at the movies brought him so much joy as he grabbed his "Count of Monte Cristo" tickets and wished them a good day as he went deeper into the movie theater to find theater four to watch the movie. Y/N was somewhat surprised to see only one other person in the audience. Sure, he was 10 minutes late but this was a classic film that was finally being let out of the vault to be watched again! Nevertheless, the man sat down a few rows in front of the figure, settling down into the uncomfortable chair.

“I didn't expect you to come.”

He could tell from how the figure's words were muffled that they were wearing a mask. Y/N turned to them with a confused look on their face.

“Excused me?” Y/N asked but their confusion just deepened as he saw that the figure was wearing.

A Guy Fawkes mask with a matching hat while wearing pitch-black clothing. The man under the mask chuckled as they stood up, Y/N couldn't help but be slightly intimidated by the height of this masked figure.

“I should have done this first so you wouldn't be so perplexed, ” he cleared his throat as began monologing, using many words that start with the letter V in his speech which in turn slightly impressed the 21-year-old.

“But you can simply call me V.”

"V" said while taking a bow

Y/N couldn't help but snicker at this display of some kind of knightship which in turn had V cocked his head in slight confusion on what could be so funny

“Well, Mr. V, might I ask why you're here alone?”

“I could ask you the same thing, but as I am apparently on a tight schedule I won't elaborate”

“Tight sch-” the man interrupted them by placing his leather glove covered finger on top of their lips

“Yes, very much tight schedule as I only have 2 hours till your self made demise am I correct?”

He was blown away at the fact this random stranger knew of his most shameful plan, but the feeling of shock was soon replaced with anger. This creep was stalking me! He thought as he slapped away the masked man, getting up from his chair as he did so.

“You have some right talking to me like that!” he yelled as he started to march away from them.

V reached out and grabbed their hair in a somewhat gentle way

“Y/N wait please, ” he sighed as Y/N stopped who's face was twisted in bitterness “I understand how you feel Y/N, I truly do. I was labeled an undesirable so please don't think that I've been keeping an eye on you in for any other reason than just to keep you safe.”

When he said this Y/N rage seemed to melt away slowly. How was he able to survive being an undesirable? So many questions filled the male's head but the only word he could speak was

“How?”

V let go of his hair as he straightened his posture “If you come with me I'll tell you.”

The more sensible side of the man told him to run away from this masked freak and enjoy what little time you had left in peace but something stopped him. After a moment of silence, he nodded to V's pleasure. He took the 21-year old by the hand and lead them to the back exit. The two walked down the alley and what drew Y/N's eye other than the 6'3 black mass was the posters. Every single one they pasted seemed to have a V cut into them.

He broke the long silence with another question “Did you mark those posters?”

“Does a raven speak?”

“But why?”

V didn't stop walking but he could feel his eyes on him. For being an undesirable he sure seems fine being out after curfew Y/N thought as they waited for the answer.

“The people deserve a symbol. Something to get them through this.”

He opened his mouth to ask what he meant by that but quickly shut it once the meanings of the words came to mind. Maybe he wasn't this creep, more like this country's guardian angel that would save them all from high Chancellor Sutler. It didn't take long for him to reach what Y/N guessed as V's home which turned out to be an abandoned Victoria station. Y/N looked over at him with an eyebrow raised as V opened the hatch that kept the station locked to the public who had originally thought it was abandoned. V turned back to the man and gave him his hand simply saying "follow me, sir Y/N".

Once V was given the curious man's hand he rubbed his thumb over their knuckles before tenderly pulling them inside. He held the hand as they walked in the pitch black, guiding them until they found a giant door which to Y/N's touch felt like it had complex carvings in them. When the masked man opened the door Y/N couldn't help but wince as golden light hit his E/C eyes that had just gotten used to the dark. He had expected V to let go of his hand once they reached his "lair" but he didn't. Oh, what a perplexing and mysterious man he was.

Y/N would be lying if he said his face wasn't blushing at this moment in time. V led them deeper into his beautiful home until both of them to were behind his couch which was black leather. In front of the said couch was a glass coffee table with a box on it. Y/N's hand was finally let go of as V sat on the couch.

“Come sit, I have something to give you.”

“But you said-”

“Please?”

He sighed as he complied, arms folded as he sat next to him. V opened the box and to Y/N's surprise, there was a biner in it. Once again, all he could ask was "How?" as all production and selling of items that could help trans folk was banned just as the Koran was. The masked man took the folded bundle into his giant hands and gave it to them once again shocked male.

“Life has been tough enough on you even if we don't add our government into it. Thank you for holding on. For surviving this long and not letting them take away your love for life and your fighting spirit.”

Without any hesitation, Y/N pulled V into a tight embrace with tears threatening to fall. No one had ever put their life in danger to give them this piece of happiness like this stranger had. All he could do was whimper out a "thank you" as a sob shook his chest deeply.

“Since I showed you my lair, you're going to have to stay till the next November the fifth, is that okay?”

Y/N couldn't help but nod immediately. He could finally be somewhere he was truly accepted for who he really was; a man who was just simply given the wrong body at birth.

V placed his hands on top of the weeping H/C man, stroking the uneven hair and placed his head onto the others.

“I'm cooking ham, is that okay?”

“mmhmm..”

“Thank you, Y/N.”