#posxisms

[undxroos]

PROMPTS FOR DRAMATIC REUNIONS ⤻  / @posxisms​ sorry for that. i'm just so excited to see you.

If Peter wasn’t Spider-Man he was sure she would have knocked him over with how much force she ran up and hugged him with. Naturally he returned the tight embrace, how could he not? They had such a close relationship and Peter was sure she’d forgotten about him when everyone else did.

He wasn’t going to complain that she was the one to remember him, he was just happy that someone remembered him and the fact that she is such a good friend made it that much better.

❝ It’s okay, ❞ he said as they gave each other space,  ❝ I . . . ❞ honestly, he didn’t know what to say. He could feel the bridge of his nose start to heat up and before he knew it he could feel warm tears in his eyes,  ❝ how . . . I . . . ❞

How did she remember him? 

[provisoris]

the nights before reaping day were always stressful. gale had long ago become the man of the house, making sure vic, rory, and posy had everything they needed. the eve of the reaping was no different. with every year that went by, vic was able to hide his nerves better and better and this year, he was given the task of making sure rory and posy were both sufficiently distracted once the after-dinner chores were done.

gale’s focus, after helping his mother with a few preparations, just in case his name was called ( forty-two times this year ) and he wasn’t there to help anymore, turned to making sure his younger siblings made it to bed.

once all of the chores were completed, vic handled rory while gale went to find posy. she was sitting quietly at the table again, so he took the seat closest to her and gave her a smile. “ready for bed, pose?” he asked her, his voice as steady and calm as any other day.

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          “ look,  dogs  aren’t  bad  but  i’m  just  saying—cats  are  better. ”

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posy:  where  are  you  going? nancy:  to  get  ice  cream  or  commit  a  felony,  i’ll  decide  on  the  way  there

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𝑷𝑶𝑺𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑾𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬. // @posxisms said ;; embrace.

✰ ─────  HE DOES NOT KNOW what has come over him as he pulls her into an embrace, his arms moving over her shoulders to pull her closer to him. maybe it was because she reminded him of his sister, maybe because they’d made it this far in the games together && he was truly starting to see her like one of his younger siblings, which is dangerous this late in the games - or perhaps it was the adrenaline of the moment just passed ;; one of the careers, a boy from district 2 whose name he did not know , had tried to attack them and carl had acted just in time  ─── in a fit of blind rage, uncharacteristic of a tribute from district 3, he’d continually stabbed the career until his canon sounded and afterwards carl fell back into a bloody breathless mess, after the red in his vision faded he’d been quick to get up and comfort the upset posy.  ❝    its okay, i wasn’t going to let him hurt you  ❞ 

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back to school. he wasn’t DREADING it, however, it wasn’t excited either. who could be after months at sea ? gilbert told himself not to be DISAPPOINTED. he always knew he would have to come back to avonlea. he went back and forth between a happy step to school and dragging himself to the front steps. he had come early just to sit outside and take in the NOSTALGIA before being grasped at by the boys as they welcomed him back and the long stares from the girls.  he sits himself down on the top step, folding his arms to keep the heat inside of his coat. gilbert wasn’t there long before he saw another figure. he was almost ANNOYED until he realized that he didn’t know this person.  “ hello, “ he spoke softly, finally noticing the fact that he could see his own breath. “ the school won’t be open for a bit. are you new ? “ gilbert immediately asked if he should ask that. with how long he was GONE, there was a high chance they weren’t. 

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[mortuism]

✘ ━ HE’D SEEN THE CARNAGE on television for years so it isn’t like he hasn’t become ACCUSTOMED to it; but seeing it unfold in person was SOMETHING different all together. he stood on his podium, feet FROZEN to the spot as he watched everything transpire around him. his eyes were glued to the CORNUCOPIA, viewing tributes run towards it only to be STRUCK down by the weapons of the CAREER PACK that was forming around the mouth. 

carl watches with WIDE EYES as one of the brutish boys SLASHES a girl as she tries to ESCAPE the commotion; he watches as her body falls LIMP to the ground and the BLOOD drips from his weapon - CORPSES don’t fall to the ground how you’d think. suddenly his attention is STOLEN by a boy running towards him, KNOCKING him off his podium and landing him on his back. to his pleasant SURPRISE, the other had just ran into carl while he was trying to escape and had kept running.

carl sits up, hands SCATTERING to retrieve the hat - his district token - that had fallen off his head. he stands up, places his FATHER’S HAT back and looks around. other tributes who hadn’t BRAVED the cornucopia were grabbing bags and other supplies that were on the outskirts then proceeding to VANISH into the forest. he decides that this is going to be his TACTIC; he takes a few quick strides towards a bright orange backpack and pretty much TACKLES it when he reaches it. in one swift motion he rolls and leaps back up to his feet - ever agile - and proceeds to run towards the forest.

that is until he notices HER- the small girl standing just a few steps away from the podiums looking confused and terrified. CARL HESITATES - deeply conflicted. knowing that saving her would make them teammates and her his RESPONSABILITY, going against his plans to play this completely solo and WIN to get back to his sister. but this girl, who looked so SMALL & SCARED, reminded him so much of the one he was fighting to see again. leaving this tribute would go against his ENTIRE CODE of being a big brother, so he has no choice but to RUN towards her. // @posxisms​

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SUSTENANCE IS UNCEREMONIOUSLY SHOVED PAST THIN LIPS, bony fingers shaking as they grasp the spoon between them. It is set in the bowl, left to sink in porridge so that her tremors are perhaps not as noticeable to the table’s inhabitants. But she feels a gaze upon her anyways. Eyes slide over to young features, a wry smirk painting her features, DISPLEASURE at being examined plain on her face. She turns to the girl, voice a BARK as she begins her interrogation.

❝   What’re YOU looking at ??   ❞

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a different color for every petal, a different pot for every plant.      as gracie laid star-fished on the sidewalk, the sun beating down on her back, the only thing on the little blonde’s mind was   FLOWERS.      she was getting better at drawing, though her work was still far from perfect, and the thick paint-like substance made of crushed berries and a little sawdust certainly wasn’t making the task any easier.  

flipping over, berry stained hands came to rest by her sides as attention shifted to the older girl nearby. ❛          𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑦   ,   𝑖𝑓   𝑦𝑜𝑢   𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑   𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘   𝑎      𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡      𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟   𝑡𝑜   𝑏𝑒   𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟   𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒   ,   𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡   𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑   𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟   𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘   𝑏𝑒   ?      𝑖   𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘   𝑖'𝑑   𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒   𝑡𝑜   𝑏𝑒      𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑚.          ❜

[undxroos]

{ how are you ruined? }

RUINED BY TRAUMA

you cannot get over the past. you are constantly remembering, never forgetting. you cant live in the moment because the moment is not what brought you here. you are birthed, raised, and killed in the past. you will never get over what was done to you, be it big or be it small. you cannot escape what you refuse to confront.

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[worldfathered-a]

     ❝ you have NO IDEA what it’s like to wake up everyday knowing you have to FUCKING EAT PEOPLE to live!  knowing that people who once paid no attention to you now look at you like you’re some sort of monster!  knowing that someday you’ll be forced to eat your own family because they’re the only people still left that are alive!  my life is a living fucking hell, i don’t know why i don’t end it. ❞

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@posxisms​ asked: Spotify Wrapped - 12 In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song. | accepting! ❛   𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓   ❜   ,   𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆

          el  had  broken  up  with  him—not  that  he  blamed  her.  she  deserved  someone  who  could  actually  tell  her  that  he  LOVED  her  without  having  it  forced  out  of  him.  of  course,  that  hadn’t  been  what  she’d  said  when  she’d  broken  up  with  him.  she’d  used  the  excuse  that  with  everything  that  was  going  on,  between  the  end  of  the  world  and  max  being  currently  incapacitated,  it  was  just  one  more  thing  she  didn’t  need  on  her  plate.

          it  had  CRUSHED  mike,  but,  at  the  same  time—weirdly  enough—it  had  filled  him  with  a  sense  of…relief ?  he  guessed  that’s  what  it  was.  it  was  WEIRD  to  feel  more  than  one  emotion  about  something  that  society  and  the  media  had  continuously  preached  was  ALWAYS  going  to  suck.  in  a  way,  mike  wished  that  he  only  felt  that  way,  because  feeling  CONFLICTED  sucked  even  more.

          with  a  sigh,  he  mumbled,  “ i  don't  know  why  I'm  feeling  sorry  for  myself. ”  he  shrugged  before  adding,  “ i  spend  all  my  time  wishing  that  i  was  someone  else. ”

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@posxisms​ asked: “I’m just overreacting, aren’t I?” p/retty in pink s/entence s/tarters

          if she had a nickel for every time someone told her that she was ‘overreacting’ about something, she swears she’d be rich beyond her wildest dreams. to make matters worse, it was usually MEN telling her such things. it was total BULLSHIT. admittedly, there had been times where she’d overreacted about one thing or another, but she didn’t need someone pointing that out to her. she wondered how many times posy had been told something similar.

          “ no, not at all, ” nancy replies after a moment, genuinely. “ i think you’re totally justified in your frustration. ”

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"i’m a superhero.” the explanation was SIMPLE, and one that dustin had relayed to her, if she ever got caught using her abilities in public. 

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@posxisms​  |  sc.

❝ please don’t destroy my phone again.... ❞   peter exclaimed, in an almost whiney tone because if this phone were to be destroyed like his last one, he certainly would be without a phone for a good month or so and he definitely didn’t want that to happen.  he wasn’t even the reason why she destroyed his previous one, either.  he wasn’t even sure why she was angered, he had refrained from asking her so she wouldn’t get angrier.  lord knows, when a female gets angered, all me best pray that they’re alive in the next hour or so.

[mortuism]

✘ ━━ HE WASNT SUPPOSED to be out here, to be this FAR from the group. It was his watch and everyone else had settled to sleep; he liked the fact that they TRUSTED him to keep watch - the loss of the prison was still so fresh and the group were sleeping anywhere they could - tonight HOME was beneath some old willow tree. he’d heard COMMOTION in the distance; flashlights, voices and heavy footfalls. he’d trekked out but made sure to stay in a STRAIGHT line so as to find his way back easy enough - it wasn’t till he BROKE through the tree line onto the road that he saw HER. he is quick to pull off the blue hoodie he wore and THROW it over her shoulders as some makeshift blanket; he kneeled down beside her, keeping his hands on her shoulders.  ❝ Run from who? ❞ // @posxisms​ [x]