#we win some we lose some but all in all WE WON BESTIES

[patroclusdefencesquad]

for every positive (jaskier finally kissing men) there are negatives (not enough yennskier)

[eternalsa2z]

Savant 2 Fantasy Trophies

(This is a continuation of a previous post called Savant. Because what's better than one secret bimbo genius? Two of them...duh!)

I tried to be happy playing fantasy with my secret silly weapon. But somehow it didn't feel right. Maybe it was my competitive side. Maybe I felt I didn't deserve a bimbo savant like Kiki. Or maybe it was some secret curiosity about exactly how she thought about things. So I asked her to help me understand what goes on inside that bimbo brain of hers.

"Like...you sure you wanna learn from a ditzy doll like me?" she asked incredulously. Eyes wide. Shining with excitement. I nodded and she squealed and hugged me. "OMG yaaaaaay! I soooo wanted a fantasy friend. A bimbo bestie who just, like, gets me...ya know?"

So soon I was being coached by an absolute cutie. Trained to look, act, and talk like her. Because as Kiki says, "Like, to be good at fantasy you gotta BE a fantasy. Duh!" It didn't really make sense. But I'll admit that when we went to a Super Bowl party dressed up in identical outfits, I felt a connection. Even if I just had a breastplate and wig on...I couldn't help but smiling just a brightly as my bestie.

The training continued all summer. Kiki said I needed, like, a state of empty serenity. To clear my head of all my old thoughts. To just focus on picking out a cute outfit, like footballers select their cleats. Memorize how to get my makeup juuuuuust right, like a player putting on eyeblack. How to strut and sparkle and shine, just like a superstar fantasy stud. Or in my case...a superstar fantasy bimbo babe nicknamed Nally!

By the end of summer, things started to fit into place. Not just the thinkys. But, like, my body and stuff. Kiki was sooooo nice and saved some winnings from last year so I could get some lip filler, cute hair extensions, and real boobies!!! OMG we were, like, breasties now!

When draft time came and we showed up in these adorable 'lil outfits, it sooooo made sense. My costume was, like, my strategy! There was a cowboy hat cuz the Cowboys players were soooo sexy this year. Big high heels that were, like, hard to run in cuz running boys are less important to me. Oh and everything is red since, like, we watched that super good red team win the Superb Owl last year and they'll totes be hawt again!

I couldn't explain it. It was, like insti...instink...er, just felt right, ya know? Kiki was soooo supportive and even, like, finished my thoughts for me if I got too giggly or blank for too long. She's not just a great teacher...she's, like, a total awesum teammate to me. Oh and she even, like, started joking about 'Nally's Fantasy Lyfe' which turned into the cuuuutest team name for the year. NFL! Isn't Kiki is soooo clever?

By the end of the year, like, I was sooooo happy! Kiki and Nally, like, both won all our leagues. I was sooooo proud that I was a strong, independent bimbo who just needed another bimbo to show me what to do. I'm like a sav...savvy...er, secret smartie skirt just like Kiki now! Or at least a trophy doll just like my breastie.

Oh ya! Like, speaking of breasties, I'm suuuuuper proud of my boobies too! Kiki suggested I do 'TDs for titties' so like every time a player of mine scored, like, I'd add a CC of silly-cone too my chest. As you can see, like, I did GREAT this year. So great that Kiki and I both got all dolled up to celebrate!

We were also dressed all pretty and stuff cuz we went to a special Superb Owl party. Not to watch the game, of course. I can barely focus on anything but the short commercials anyways. But since, like, it was kinda boring to win soooo much, Kiki wanted to introduce us to another fantasy group. One filled with other fantasy bimbo smarties just like us!

The competition next year will be fierce but the prizes will be enorm...humung...er, like, as big as the fake titties the winner gets! Losing also isn't so bad. Like, you get to be 'lil lesbian pet of the winner alllll summer. A lit-er-all fantasy trophy IRL. Honestly, like, Nally is trying to find a way to trade all her best players to her breastie so they can be top and bottom. Like, being a bimbo doll is the least Nally can do to thank Kiki for, like, showing her how to be a fantasy savant too!

[verycharismaticdragon]

Okay, I promised a writeup of Luo Binghe voter fraud meme, and as Luo Binghe is currently in the finals of the poll this happened on, I figure now's a good time.

So! It all started when Luo Binghe, our beloved half-demon child, was submitted to @/hybrid-battle tournament - or rather, as it was called at the time, @half-being-battle. He won his first poll easily enough, but round 2 was a close battle where he and his opponent, Shantae from eponymous game, took the lead from one another a few times.

In the last ~12 hours, Binghe was losing slightly after a popular blog rb'd the poll with a call to vote for Shantae. However, SVSSS fandom caught this in time and passed the poll around some more. The poll ended with Luo Binghe winning with 51% of votes - or, as simple calculation will reveal, 14 votes lead.

We breathed out a collective sigh of relief, but too soon - as half a day later, someone sent this ask:

(x)

Initially the pollrunner wasn't intending to do anything about it, but then someone suggested a teamup option, and the poll for the option was made (x). It was rb'd by some SVSSS fans with the general sentiment of 'free our boy he did nothing wrong', but didn't gain real traction until:

@gaywarcriminals reblogged it with a small rant in Binghe's defense

@piosplayhouse rb'd said rant with addition of the image from vol.3 cover, of Shen Qingqiu holding Luo Binghe's hand, edited to look like SQQ is the one saying the text above.

This version of the post was circulated in fandom overnight, leading to 'Luo Binghe moves on alone' option winning by a large margin - and, ofc, to the birth of "Luo Binghe voter fraud" meme.

Though aside from this particular post being funny, there was another factor contributing to the meme catching on: how damn in-character it all was. The following sentiments were all repeated more than once in the post's notes:

Luo Binghe getting accused of crimes he didn't commit? Omg just like in canon!

Shen Yuan would absolutely buy bots to get his most beloved blorbo to win an internet poll.

It's just Luo Binghe's protagonist halo!

All of which made the situation fucking hilarious.

Then, the next day, tumblr user verycharismaticdragon (whoever they might be 😉) made some fanart about it, which possibly aided the spread of the meme too.

Also, SVSSS fandom surprised the mod with our chillness 😅

(x)

Since then, Binghe has been going strong in that poll - and now, he's in the finals! So make sure to vote for him; as we all know now, the real voter fraud is the friends we made along the way. And I do recommend checking Luo Binghe's tag on the poll for some fun propaganda we've been making, including a family tree by Pio and some more art by yours truly <3

But wait! There was also another layer to the voter fraud iceberg. The tl;dr:

At about the same time Luo Binghe vs Shantae ended, Hua Cheng was losing in round 1 of @/the-ghost-bracket, with something like 39% of votes to his name. In a desperate move, I linked his poll under my bingqiu voter fraud art, which gave him a boost to get close to a tie, but didnt flip the poll. The next day, I was explaining the LBH voter fraud meme to my friends, and mentioned Hua Cheng's poll too - which was when inspiration struck me, resulting in...

this post. [ID: art of Xie Lian with a wooden board which reads "Puqi shrine accepting donations in the form of votes for Hua Cheng in the ghost bracket", captioned "please help dianxia, he doesn't have the money for voter fraud"] Which gave the poll enough visibility for Hua Cheng to win with over 62% of votes in the end. (The link in the post is currently changed to round 2 poll, which HC was also initially losing. Srsly besties we gotta follow the tourneys to get our babygirls to win!)

So: LBH voter fraud meme had even helped little bro Huahua out.

And thats about it! Since then, the scum villain fandom has been joking about voter fraud on all of our polls 😂

(Aaaand the last reminder to vote Bingbing in the finals. His opponent has been gaining lately and I think we shouldn't leave it to the protagonist halo this time.)

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

AITA for murdering my best friend and some other random dude in cold blood?

So I (33M) am besties with this one guy (27M) who I think is a fish- but that's not really relevant. Let's call him S. Anyway, S and I had been living together for a couple weeks, and I think he was really starting to trust me. I mean, to be fair, I'm a pretty loyal guy- or at least, that's what my old boyfriend (41M) used to tell me all the time. I guess we're technically still dating, but I haven't seen him in a while...

Anyway, so I glommed onto S, and we became best friends pretty quickly. There's a bit of context needed for the next bit- see, we've all kinda been tossed into this hunger games-esque death game thing a couple times now, and this was the fourth run. S had already won one of the past death games, and I'd almost won a few at this point, so I was going to do whatever I could to win. And in this one, the deal was that we got 24 hours to live. Every time we died, we'd lose an hour off our timer, and every time we killed someone, we'd gain thirty.

So we killed a lot of people, right? Killed a lot of people a lot of times. S and I made a great team, I'll admit it, and I kinda did enjoy having him around. But it got to the point when he, the random dude mentioned in the title (42M, let's call him V), and I were the only ones left alive. S proposed an honorable duel, because that's just kinda the vibe he tends to go with- he's really into the idea of fairness and sticking it to the man and that kinda thing, so where these death games are supposed to be chaotic and bloody, he tries to make them as neat and orderly as possible. Which I'll be honest, isn't really my thing.

So I agree. But then, as soon as S and V have taken their armor off, I pull out a bucket of lava from behind my back and burn them alive. I feel kind of bad for betraying S, but it's a death game, and he honestly shouldn't have been so trusting- in my opinion.

But yeah, I really need to know.

AITA???

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Eleven)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: ten

next: tweleve

i'm 11 days behind... i'm so sorry

NOVEMBER 9, 2023

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yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: the brady bunch edition!

the boys won 5-2 tonight! and by "the boys" i do not mean brady and josh, because those two are heckin LOSERS! (jk kinda) (i love you both!) (you did lose though to be fair) (mwah!)

with this win, the canucks now have 10 wins in 13 games, which is the fastest the canucks have ever reached 10 wins! we love making history around here, folks!

quinn is at three games since his last penalty and i’m so proud! he's growing (emotionally, not physically)! you know who DID get a penalty? somehow, not brady, who's in the top 5 in the league for most penalty minutes. the man that did crime tonight was your favorite and my "tolerable at best" acquaintance: argus filch's cat, mrs. norris! a.k.a josh!

the three besties were aggressive with each other this game, and i was honestly disappointed that quinn and brady didn't throw hands. he won't fight my rat, but i was hoping he'd tussle with his bf!

brady didn't let me down though! he shoved quinn down in front of the net for zero reason at all <3 and josh and quinny drove each other into the boards (quinn got smushed) and exchanged some shoves! i’ll take what i can get, and i loved it!

way to go, besties! great game! i love you, bradley! i love you way past infinity, quinny! i like you okay, mrs. norris!

xoxo, sissy🤍

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joshnorris10 you love everybody. you adopt every player under 21 you meet. i'm one of your brother's best friends. i deserve your love.

yourusername don't tell me what to do

joshnorris10 @_quinnhughes what did i do? i thought we worked through our issues years ago?

_quinnhughes @/joshnorris10 she loves you

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_quinnhughes @/joshnorris10 that is not on me, mrs. norris

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_quinnhughes i love you way past beyond, sissy! i'm not throwing hands!

yourusername your love has limits i see

_quinnhughes it has one bound

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jackhughes HEY

lhughes_06 I TAKE OFFENSE TO THAT

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bradytkachuk @/yourusername i thought pushing him down would do it

yourusername @/bradytkachuk you tried your best! it's not your fault quintin is lame!

joshnorris10 yeah! quinn's lame!

yourusername @/joshnorris10 nice try. not gonna work.

user12 quinn said 😬 and then he said 😀 and he did both beautifully

trevorzegras did you flip your hair? did you steal my brand?

yourusername first sticking his tongue out and now THIS?! he's turning into you

_quinnhughes @/yourusername that's a horrible thing to say to a person

trevorzegras y/n's comment section is MEAN today

yourusername @/trevorzegras that is not completely on me

_quinnhughes @/yourusername you started this and it caught on

yourusername @_quinnhughes i’m a terrible influence, so what?

trevorzegras @/yourusername we're having children!

yourusername @/trevorzegras and they shall rule the world under our guidance

jackhughes @/yourusername it's so cute that you have goals

yourusername @/jackhughes and i will achieve them! our little zegras-hughes's will be benevolent leaders

user79 WHAT DID JOSH DO I NEED TO KNOW

user51 sissy chose violence today

colecaufield @_quinnhughes i need you to fight because sissy (i'm using my pass) is starting to demand it from me

_quinnhughes you're tough, you got it

yourusername somebody needs to give me chaos or so help me i will take the ice myself

colecaufield @/yourusername and fight who?!

yourusername @/colecaufield i’d love to fight meyers for funzies

_quinnhughes @/yourusername you're less than half his size

yourusername @_quinnhughes that's my advantage

_eliaspettersson i support this

_quinnhughes @_eliaspettersson why? just why?

_eliaspettersson @_quinnhughes because i want to see who would win

trevorzegras i got my money on my girl

jackhughes i also got my money on sissy

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes you and sissy are not supposed to be betting!

jackhughes @_quinnhughes and we've chosen to ignore you!

matthew_tkachuk i got my money on little mouse!

_quinnhughes @/matthew_tkachuk stop encouraging this!

bradytkachuk team sissy!

yourusername i love my fans🤭

taryntkachuk @_quinnhughes let my girl go buck wild!

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jackhughes @/yourusername why would you willingly admit that you were a magcon girl?

yourusername @/jackhughes to give me an edge

jackhughes @/yourusername i promise you that it did not

trevorzegras @/jackhughes i need to know more

jackhughes @/trevorzegras she was obsessed with matt espinosa and cried when shawn mendes released his first ep because she "was so proud of him" and "felt like a proud mother" even though she's younger than him

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes @/trevorzegras and then she replaced one matt with another

trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 why would you bring that up?

lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras in a word? chaos.

user3 omfg new sissy lore😭

user48 okay but sissy vs the big cat? i’d pay to see that

lhughes_06 slay

yourusername don't... don't do that

_quinnhughes i'll try

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes you succeed ;)

youursername i'm blocking all of you

lhughes_06 @/yourusername are you mad i didn't say you slay?

yourusername @/lhughes_06 STOP SAYING SLAY! IT'S GIVING 15 YEAR OLD GIRL

lhughes_06 @/yourusername that is not very slay of you

_alexturcotte @/yourusername very much unslay

yourusername @/lhughes_06 @_alexturcotte die.

joshnorris10 @_quinnhughes now i know she loves luke and alex and she told them to die!

_quinnhughes @/joshnorris10 you're fine she's just being silly

yourusername @/joshnorris10 i’m not being silly. you know what you did.

joshnorris10 @/bradytkachuk HELP

bradytkachuk @/joshnorris10 try matty because this is out of my skill set

joshnorris10 @/matthew_tkachuk HELP

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername little mouse, josh doesn't know what he did and he'd like to mend things with you

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk grrrrrrr

matthew_tkachuk @/joshnorris10 there! progress!

joshnorris10 @/matthew_tkachuk how is that progress?!

matthew_tkachuk @/joshnorris10 she doesn't argue with me so she'd have to be really mad to do that

jackhughes @/matthew_tkachuk teach me your ways

matthew_tkachuk @/jackhughes that's out of my skill set

user23 plot twist: sissy doesn't like josh because he stole her best friend

jackhughes i'd like everyone to know that sissy texted me a zoomed in video of brady pushing quinn and said "tag yourself i'm brady"

yourusername it's on sight next time i see you

jackhughes i also said i was brady?

_quinnhughes why are we pushing me? don't push me?

yourusername @_quinnhughes no i'm pushing jack

jackhughes @_quinnhughes i'm pushing you

lhughes_06 dibs on pushing sissy

trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 she's with child!

lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras i'll let her land on the couch

yourusername @/lhughes_06 you're so sweet to me! i love you, lukey moosey!

lhughes_06 @/yourusername i love you, too, sissy!

trevorzegras @/yourusername i love you, forever! don't forget that!

yourusername @/trevorzegras i could never❤️ i love you, always

[oh-austin]

previous part / selena gomez fc, part two!

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ynupdates Y/N and Austin arrived in New York today ahead of the Met Gala tomorrow!!

ynfan5 did anyone see the pics of Austin taking her bag from her hands to carry it for her, mans really wants me to want him huh 🥵

austinfan7 I just love them together so much

austinfan7 I just love them together so much

austinfan9 I hope they walk together tomorrow like it’s all I want in life right now

ynfan6 it’s on my bucket list

ynfan2 anyone know where that dress is from?

austinfan12 austin looks delicious.. gotta be honest

ynfan13 I met them both today!! they were so kind and lovely to speak to, Y/N literally had a five minute conversation with me

ynfan16 IM SO JEALOUS RIGHT NOW

ynfan13 can confirm she smells amazing

austinfan4 kinda missing black haired austin rn

ynfan14 I will legitimately lose my shit if they don’t walk together tomorrow

austinfan17 I want ONE interaction at MINIMUM

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themet singer and actress, Y/N L/N, has arrived in all her gilded glamour!

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ynfan17 SHES SO CLASSY AND BEAUTIFUL

ynfan19 she looks STUNNING 😍

austinfan14 waiting to see her and austin

austinfan18 we barely ever get Y/N and austin content, I’m holding out hope

vogue that’s our covergirl 😚

ynfan22 she looks better than half the people there

ynfan23 idk wtf some people are wearing this year, but I do know that Y/N is constantly hitting the mark

rarebeauty gorgeous!!

ynfan25 the rare beauty social media team has a big fat crush on Y/N and I’m here for it

ynfan26 WHERE IS AUSTIN?????? GET THEM TOGETHER NOW 😡

austinfan20 she’s so pretty wtf, austin is winning

austinfan23 I just want Y/N and Austin content, please god please I’m begging

ynfan27 literally on my hands and knees praying for at least ONE PICTURE 🧎‍♀️🙏🏼

ynfan28 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 PLEASE

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ynaustin-updates IM XRYING SHAKING AND THROWING UP RIGHT NOW AUSTIN AND Y/N NATIOJ WON SO GOOD TODAY

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ynfan31 I’m still in SHOCK

austinfan24 they look so good together I’m drooling

ynfan32 😭😭 they look so stunning

austinfan26 my bisexuality is panicking right now

ynfan35 DID ANYONE WHO WATCHED THE LIVESTREAM GET THEIR KISS????

ynfan36 OR HIM HELPING HER UP THE STAIRS??? DM ME ASAP PLEASE

austinfan27 it seriously doesn’t feel real, but we finally got the content we wanted

austinfan29 I’m reeling so hard

ynfan38 now we need austin to propose!

austinfan32 does anyone know if Austin is going out to see Y/N perform tomorrow at MSG?

ynfan39 I’m not sure but if he’s there this account with probably post about it

austinfan35 or Austin maybe, but we’re lucky to get anything from his inactive ass

austinfan37 go and give us nothing!!

austinfan38 constantly winning we are!!!!!

ynfan41 if Austin isn’t there, we riot at dawn besties 🫶🏼

[grumpycakes]

Cause @the-indoor-kites TIPPED ME ABOUT IT???? (Still reeling thank you) it's time for

SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE VOTE 2, DISASTER BOOGALOO

SO WHAT HAS HAPPENED???

A lot, but a culmination of McCarthy not going extreme enough for the far right, while also not offering anything to the democrats (actually sometimes promising small ass things and then REFUSING WHEN IT COMES TO IT) has made McCarthy super unpopular w everyone.

AND THEN the govt needed the budget made/approved (an unfortunately YEARLY THING). Far Rights want horrendous shit in there, republicans don't want anything helpful that the Dems want. The classics. But in the face of a shutdown, McCarthy RIGHTLY chooses to avoid it by working w the Dems to pass a few weeks pass to work on their shit to get it figured out.

This makes the far right (Gaetz being the one to do it all either alone or as the point person) lose their shit.

And remember how he had to agree to weird ass rules to get the Far Rights to vote for him? Well one of those stupid rules was, instead of needing a group of people to agree to trigger a vote on if they want to oust the speaker. THEY ONLY NEED ONE PERSON. GAETZ.

So Gaetz calls for a vote on keeping McCarthy. Enough Rebups refuse to vote for him that unless Dems vote for him to save his ass he's toast.

Thing is McCarthy has been badmouthing the Dems to the press and blaming THEM for the budget not happening. So tho the Dems are like LOLL FUCK YOU THEN BRO. AND N O N E OF THEM VOTE TO SAVE McCARTHY. N O N E

So McCarthy is out. His bestie is PISSED and slams the gavel super hard and dismisses them.

We have no speaker, congress doesn't function if we don't have a speaker. (though some are floating the idea that they allow the interim speaker have powers to allow them to pass the budget lol aaaaa)

Repubs gotta pick a nominee for speaker. (Dems are still more than happy to back Hakeem Jeffries). Repubs have two dudes that are most likely. Steve Scalise and Jim Jordan

Scalise

Got shot in that one baseball shooting back in 2017

Has been the Repub WHIP (the assistant leader to the party leader)

Would not say that the election wasn't stolen

WINS THE NOMINATION TO BE VOTED ON FOR SPEAKER

REMOVES HIMSELF AS A CANDIDATE FOR THE SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE???????

Jordan

Was the Ohio Wrestling Coach when their Team Doctor (Strauss) abused players (Denies knowing anything, is not believed)

wanted to be speaker after Paul Ryan was ousted (but dems won the house and his dreams were THWARTED)

Wanted to be minority leader, McCarthy won instead

actually floated himself as an option when McCarthy lost the first 3 votes earlier in the year

May have been asking for a pardon after jan 6

So like neither of these dudes are great, but I would have assumed the Whip would be the next speaker... and then he stepped away????

They could have voted last week, but declined w some republicans saying that Jordan didn’t have the votes. so they were taking the weekend to get ppl on board.

BRINGING US TO TUSEDAY 10/17/2023 around like noon.

Stefanik is in an aggressively pink skirt suit (probably not the right term) and gives a basic ass speech for Jim Jordan. Kinda a WE GOTTA GET IT TOGETHER SO VOTE FOR OUR IDIOT sentiment. Pro Israel cause they’re hoping that makes republicans care (loll please)

Jim Aguilar comes up, nice to see u again sir. Also gives a basic ass speech but Dems. They chant w him on a repeated line. Like okay but weird. Nominates Jeffries.

No other nominations.

NOTABLE VOTES

(literally no promises on spelling)

Bacon - McCarthy

Billorakis - MIA/doesn’t vote when recalled

Boebert - toes the line w Jordan

Buck - MIA/Emmer on recall

Chavez DeReemer - McCarthy (rumbling from the crowd)

Connolly - says something but votes Jeffries crowd gives reaction

DeEspazito - Zelden (who the fuck is that)

Diaz-Ballart - Scalise (Republicans you have one job……)

Ellsey - García (bunch of murmuring and again WHO THE FUCK)

Gonzales (Tony) - Scalise (well Jordan’s for sure lost)

Granger - Scalise

James - MIA/votes for John Cole in the recall (????)

The respective parties clap w their nominees vote for themselves. It is dumb and wasting time (but the republicans don’t sound as enthusiastic as the dems rofl)

Joyce - MIA/votes Jordan on recall

Kelly of PA - Scalise

Kiggins of VA - McCarthy (my dudes, he’s not getting re-elected…)

LaLota - Zelden (oh fun, he has more than one supporter)

LaMaufa - MIA/McCarthy on recall

Lawler - McCarthy

Lee of NV - vote for Jeffries but gets laughter???

McCarthy - Jordan (gets applauded. Hope that stings u fart)

Pelosi gets applause for her Jeffries vote

Rutherford - Scalise

Scalise - gets “Good Boy” claps for voting Jordan

Scott (Austin) - gets applause for voting Jordan?

Simpson - Scalise

Spartz - MIA/votes for Massey (loll you can hear a reporter go Massey??? When it’s called)

VanOrden - gets one dingus clapping for him for voting Jordan?

Womack - Scalise (y’all a mess)

432 Present • 217 votes to win

200 votes Jordan

212 votes Jeffries (dems erupt in cheers, interim speaker looks annoyed lol)

6 McCarthy (sad my dudes)

3 Lee Zelden

7 Scalise (ha ha even Scalise beat you McCarthy)

1 Garcia

1 Tom Emmer

1 Tom Cole

1 Tom Massey

(Damn the toms)

No majority, no speaker has been chosen.

Interim speaker is REAL LOUD w that damn gavel. Immediately calls recess, feed cuts out.

They go into recess for like 2 hours.

NEWS HIGHLIGHTS

- Rep Huizenga talks to reporters says he’s leaving cause they need to take more time to get more idiots on board.

- Spokesperson said 2nd vote to come at 6pm (it did not lmao)

- Jordan apparently asked to meet w Scalise to get more ppl on board. SCALISE APPARENTLY DECLINED

- Rep Buck said Jordan will lose more votes if he tries again. This could deflate the republicans in wanting to vote for him if he’s not a winning candidate

- 9 Republicans would have to vote present to allow Jeffries to win (which he would, since Jordan didn’t get over 200) but it would be against their interest and political suicide.

- republicans who don’t like Jordan were pushing for a second vote that night to further embarrass Jordan

Vote 2 next! >

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

playboyy ep 12 stray thoughts

- “damn i hate myself” real

- first soong being cute 🥹🥹

- you know shits about to get emotional when the soundtrack switches to yoiyami

- “you called me a friend when you weren’t pretending to be nant” AND WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND

- zouey and nont besties agenda

- OH GOD ZOUEY BACKSTORY wait noooooo

- i guess the evidence is staying hidden then like boy are they in their failvestigator era oh nvm they found something (that they already knew but still that’s more than they usually get

- promnont !!!

- hold on they finally showing zoueyteena. they can never just give a quick handy either always gotta be invoking the religious implications of a renaissance painting… good for them (yes i include the popcorn scene in this) also top zouey truthers this one was for you!!!

- what are you hiding under that tarp zouey 🤨🤨 i think it’s of nant

- hold on teena’s necklace lmao. is the t for troy no it’s for *too sleepy to finish the bit*

- NO GET A JOB!! STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!

- finna beat the shit out of jason lee give me 10 seconds i could take him out

- what does he mean by keep an eye on…

- oop that scarf zouey in his horse girl era

- THEY DOING WHAT TO WHO?!?!?

- she is not scared of them at all like two absolute kitty cats of toruturers MEKEKFKKRKRJFJFJF NOT THE DUSTERS I CANT

- the drop of sweat deserves an award for perfect timing and i’m being so serious about this

- AHH PROMNONT i can’t handle them being affectionate like it makes me lose my oh not the fuckass product placemntsjdjjdjdjrjrjjejdjr you know what i got me some promnont crumbs i’ll take it

- so i’m gonna see this scene expanded in fic later right 👀 i’ll give a million kisses to anyone who decides to do it

- they can never argue using simple sentences it’s always “i feel bad that you feel bad that i felt bad” and “im mad that you got mad that i got mad” and “if you have a problem that we have a problem than the problem is you’re invalidating my feelings” “i didn’t think you would think about me thinking” like besties….

- see but zouey was kinda right… why is he being made the bad guy, first and captain kinda pissin me off

- girl YOU got him expelled. captain needs to be fr

- NONT WITH THE BIG PANT CROPPED SHORT COMBO THATS MY MAN

- these college athletes are plain evil

- puen lowkey the only one in this show consistently talking sense. i hope he gets his licks back on these bum bitches cause i’ve had it with them

- the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the projection the projection the projection

- THE. HESS BOARD BEING PROJECTED PLAYBOYY SURREALISM FOR THE WON ONCE AGAIN

- captain talking big game for someone who took sneaky clips. hoping this shows growth on his part cause deep down im still rooting for him

- captain sweaty blow up the whole establishment i support you

- NO CAPTAIN THATS NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO DO THATS VERY MUCH MOT WHAT I JUST SAID YOU LITTLE BASTARD

- ooo the outro track finally making sense!! kejrjejdnjdj

- i love the when soong carries first

- oh more food, user @jeffsatyr i’m so sorry

- firstsoong enthusiasts we are so back oh there goes firsts fuckass dad

- captain needs to stop picking fights AND CAPTAINS A YANKEES fan i can’t defend him anymore

- puen fight back!!! he was going easy on captain cause he’s a nice little boy oh shit now aobs gonna kill captain isn’t he…

- captainkeenpuen enthusiasts don’t lose hope!!! we can still win!!

- aobpuen enthusiasts were so back

- THE COLORING THE COLORING THE COLORING

- the characters and 'accurately assessing the media their in' saga continues

- porsche looks like such a baby here. jump listen to porsche pls do not see him again

- cry by johannes bornlof is playing they fr pulling out the nuthphop ballads for the other couples today

- puen is my boy and i will lay down my life for him actually

- NONT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT IM GONNA WALHAT WHAT WYHAHW ok sorry yall him with the gun did sumn to me

- nont once again will not be caught slacking holding someone at gun point be damned AND ITS CAPTAIN WITB THE STEAL POLL?!?!?!?

- nont… i need to know how he picks outfits like did he want the color to match the gun????

- nont chuckling in the corner... i fear he’s lost it

- playboyy once again with the themes of tech and privacy

- captain is lucky puen is lowkey a pacifist

- nont and captain: torturing aob and puen for info about the murder, zoueyteena: painting time !!

- oh my god yall im getting chills like fr speechless i am so…

NUTH MY BABY BOY

- nuth coming through with his amateur directorial visions let’s gooooo

- nont being like “please do a little bit of torture, just for me, please 🥺”

- he playing the funeral violin oh it’s not ending well oh god

- jason lee you will crumble i am so serious about this count your mother fucking days

- nuth scurrying away in the back… also nont where is your marksmanship now

- puen keeps suffering tremendously and he doesn’t deserve a single second of it. free my boy he fr has never done anything wrong

- i think i was right and nuths screenplay is autobiographical

- THEYRE PLAYING AMBIVRLANT THOGUHTS AGAIN NUTHPHOP PIANO BALLAD ENTHUSAISTS WE STAY WELL FED

- nuthphop my beloveds i love them so fucking much you don’t get it no wait why he deleting them oh shit ! phop play shitty games win shitty prizes dawg

- welp

yall this might be one of the strongest eps in a hot minute i loved this one had me at the edge of my seat the whole time

[easypeasylindyvesey]

besties lose.

this team had such an amazing regular season, historic. they set the record for most franchise wins, most comeback wins, got the most points, were at the top of the league, won the president’s trophy.

they swept washington, and got through carolina in six.

all of the matchups they were going into (including florida), they were the underdogs.

this team had EVERYTHING. they had the depth, the goaltending, the scoring ability, the POTENTIAL.

and once again, they throw it all away.

the lack of production from the big names (kreids, mika, bread) is, in all honesty, completely unacceptable. you’re supposed to be helping out the team, contributing equally just like everyone else. you are not supposed to be relying on your goalie for the entire series.

speaking of goalies, igor shesterkin is winning the award for playoff MVP. that man gave it his all. every fucking game, he had to stand on his head. he bought all that matcha just for it to lose its magic, because the 5 guys that are supposed to be in his corner FAILED him. he was the best player by a mile. no one would’ve ever measured up to what he was able to do when his team just gave up.

and now a couple of general things:

-i am very proud of laffy, both regular season and playoffs. he really came into his own. he set a new point record (including goals and assists: reg season). you could tell that he was a lot more comfortable and confident in the way he played. i’m very excited for his future here. it’s definitely bright.

-trouba needs to start playing smarter hockey. i’m surprised he didn’t take any penalties tonight, given it’s a common theme. he’s supposed to be the captain, and he can’t record PIMS every single game. i know that he does a good job with leadership off the ice, but he’s gotta start channeling it on there too.

-when the team hired lavi, i was not sure how it was going to go. despite the sadness of the current moment, he got this team to the ECF. he became apart of history with this team. i’m sure all the casuals are gonna be calling for his firing, but i really hope we keep him. he really did work miracles on the season. he always spoke very highly of everyone, even if they were struggling. he was insightful when he spoke to the media, and you could tell he was truly dedicated and excited to work with them.

-i feel that the new acquisitions (cuylle, wennberg, roslovic, rempe, gustafsson, quickie) did a really great job. they all have their own positive qualities they can bring while they play and should be happy to be apart of such a genuine group of people.

-and finally, i started this account in march because none of my friends watch hockey nor care about it, and i thought ‘why not create an account?’ if i’m being honest, there would be times where i would check some of your accounts for updates because i liked your content LOL. but because i didn’t have an actual account set up when it came to posting things, i was scared to follow y’all because you wouldn’t care if it was just a blank account. all i have to say is that i have no regrets. it’s been almost 3 months, and all of you have been so sweet, supportive, and welcoming. i feel like we’re all one little happy friend group that i always wanted. thank you for engaging with me and my account. i feel like all of you understand me more than my actual friends sometimes🤭. don’t worry, i will definitely be staying active during the off-season! i’m excited for the content we’re gonna get, and if there is anything involving jimmy or ryan, you best believe that i will be posting/reblogging it and annoying all of you because it’s what i do best. i’m very grateful to have shared this experience with you, and i can’t wait for more❤️

ok i lied.

my hopes for the 24-25 season:

1) resigning lindy. he had like 4 SOG tonight, and as a defenseman, i’d consider it a rarity. he might not score much, but he always makes good plays when he needs to, and is always giving up his body for the hell of it. he is the real definition of a warrior, and this is what the team needs.

2) resigning schneider. same thing, he’s been very steady for us all year. he’s still 22, so he continues to grow even more. the team needs him too.

3) i’m impartial about kakko, given his contract is up too. he was kinda invisible. i don’t really know if i’d lose my mind if he did get traded, but we’ll see what drury does.

4) quickie playing more games. i know he’s a backup, so he’s not supposed to play all 82, but for being 38 years old and still having the flexibility and active spirit to play a role like that, it was great to watch him in the regular season.

5) this team continuing to give me heart attacks, strokes, and contemplating my existence throughout each game, and then pulling the win out of their ass. why do i hope for this? because it’s what they did best.

forever & always, LGR❤️💙

[lexxlouuu]

How you get the Girl

Chapter 5 : Girls just wanna have Fun

Warnings: cursing, drinking

Earnhardt_Lily

Life Lately…..

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lucejohnson: How you still have not gotten your living room put together is mind boggling to me still 🤪

Earnhardt_Lily: @lucejohnson a bit harsh don’t ya think 😅

addie_stewart: @lucejohnson it kind of suits her don’t you think 😆😆

maxverstappen1: I thought you said you went furniture shopping?!

Earnhardt_Lily: maxverstappen1 I did 😆🙈 I am just to lazy to move it all in and set up

I come home, in the mornin’ light

My mother says, When you gonna live your life right?

Oh mother dear, we’re not the fortunate ones

And girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have fun

addie_stewart95

Is it really 2 weeks before the first race of the season unless you go karting against the besties 🏎️🏎️🏎️

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Username1: does this mean new Don’t tell the Grid episodes 🥺🥺

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Username2: I cannot wait for the new season… how does one choose which race to watch 😭😭

lucejohnson: how is it that I always beat you two at karting and yet your the ones that get paid $$$ to drive fast 🧐🧐🧐

patriciooward: 🧐🧐🧐

landonorris: 😳😳 @addie_stewart95 do you really lose every year to Luce ?

tsrsmoke: did you finally beat Luce this year?

addie_stewart95: landonorris this is false, I don’t lose every year… only sometimes 🫠🫠🫠

addie_stewart95: tsrsmoke why do you have to call me out like that dad ? 🤪

lucejohnson: @addie_stewart95 the stomping of the feet say otherwise 😆🙈

Earnhardt_Lily: landonorris ,tsrsmoke ,patriciooward she lost AGAIN this year 🫣😁

Username3: @Username2 for real I’m going to have indycar pulled up on the tv and the f1 app pulled up on the laptop and somehow try to keep up with both races 😫

The phone rings, in the middle of the night

My father yells, What you gonna do with your life

Oh daddy dear, you know your still number one

But girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have fun

Getting out of the go kart and taking off my helmet, I look over at Addie and Luce. Grinning at them before saying “Another year and another preseason karting session where Addie loses” the comment has Luce falling to her knees laughing as she is getting out of her kart. Smiling I look back waiting for Addie’s response “Har Har, at least I know that I’ll have the best strategist in Indy Car” she shoots back with a playful roll of her eyes. The statement not being wrong as Addy has won the Indy 500 at least 3 times, and the championship at least twice in ten going on eleven seasons in Indy Car. Every year since Addie started racing in Indy Car we have raced each other in go karts before the season starts. Eleven years down and we are still doing said tradition. More often than not Luce is the one that wins. Both Addie and I always asking her why not join Formula 1 or Indy Car. To which her response is always the same, she would rather be the one to make the fastest car and call the strategies than be the one behind the wheel. The tradition is always fun and releases all the stress and anxiety of a new season. Not knowing how the cars will perform or how the other teams cars will perform. Especially this season with new car, new team, new series.

So immersed in my thoughts I barely heard Addie ask a question.. “sorry, what did you say Ads?” I ask her looking over to my right

To which she playfully turn grinned before shoving her hands in her pockets and slowing asking “How are you feeling about the season?”

“Better, the car looks good, I am excited to get it on the track and test it out.” I say with a shrug

“I think you’ll be great. What do you think of Max as a teammate? Is he nice?” I heard rumblings if some of the drivers not being happy a female is joining the grid.” Luce quietly asked as if nervous about the response

“Yeah he’s nice, he has been super supportive and helpful. I know he gives off this grumpy vibe but he’s been kind. As for the other drivers I have yet to meet the others but I’m sure I will in 2 weeks. So who knows we’ll have to see.” I tell her with another shrug. Not really wanting to think about the reactions of the other teams I will be physically meeting in two weeks.

“I know that Lando and Oscar are excited. Lando has been texting me nonstop. Between talk of the cars and trying to get me to spill all your driving secrets.. kidding on the driving secrets part. But really I think your going to have a wonderful season. Don’t worry about any of the others who are stuck in the past. You have so many people cheering you on, I promise you won’t feel alone” Addie tells me walking over before pulling me in for a hug which turns into a group hug with Luce joining in.

With a shaky voice and on the verge of tears I mumble to the girls “I am going to miss you guys so much when you leave”

“Then we’ll just have to plan out a crazy amount of episodes for the podcast.” Addie states grinning

“Yeah, just think of the content, inside scoop on the f1 grid, Nascar grid and Indy grid” Luce adds laughter in her voice. Bad thoughts and tears forgotten.

That’s all they really want

Some fun

When the workin day is done

Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls, they wanna have fun (girls, they want)

(Wanna have fun, girls)

(Wanna have)

Earnhardt_Lily

Going to miss the besties like crazy.. bring on racing season 🏎️🏎️🏎️

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[babacontainsmultitudes]

Taylor Playlist :]

Cause if you haven't noticed I've been a bit fixated on my little guy recently and I meant to share this one forever ago anyways. I'll be real, I really didn't bother to figure out the song order for this one.

Track list below the cut + annotations and relevant lyrics :)

(slightly long post you've been warned!)

>> Here you go bestie <<

Seeya (by deadmau5 feat. Colleen D'Agostino)

“Don't wake me up, I'm winning wars inside my head

And maybe I'm weak, but not beneath the covers of this bed

Asleep, I'm undefeated in this world of mine

So, let me stay inside this dream and keep me from the light

(…)

I've built this place, behind my eyes, you'll never see

And you can move my body, but please keep my mind asleep

Beyond the galaxies, where there's no space or time

I will transform, I am reborn to rule over the skies

(…)

Escape the world I know, it's all in my control

I, I just wanna stay this way

(…)

Don't try to save me when my mind is finally free

'Cause I'd rather run my own world, than face your reality”

The Main Character (by Will Wood)

I don’t think I have to explain this one.

World Is Mine (by Hatsune Miku)

Lol

Life Is Fun (by Boyinaband feat. TheOdd1sOut)

Well this one for me is basically an interaction between Taylor and Scary haha.

Cloudbusting (by Kate Bush)

Largely about Nicky! But in a way that is like… From Taylor’s perspective? Maybe also the reverse. A bit hard to explain exactly but maybe I’ll just share what sticks out to me and you can come to your own conclusions.

“You're like my yo-yo

That glowed in the dark

What made it special

Made it dangerous

So I bury it

And forget

(…)

On top of the world, looking over the edge

You could see them coming

You looked too small

In their big black car

To be a threat to the men in power

(…)

I hid my yo-yo

In the garden

I can't hide you

From the government

Oh, God, Daddy

I won't forget

(…)

And every time it rains

You're here in my head

Like the sun coming out

Look, your son's coming out

Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen

I don't know when

But just saying it could even make it happen, oh

Ooh, just saying it could even make it happen”

Chosen (by The Living Tombstone)

Hm how to put this… It’s like, one part “Taylor seeing himself as some kind of chosen one”, one part “Taylor unlocking his inner demon” and one part “Taylor being along for the ride- potentially at his own expense/risk”

“A mind without a home

Leaving behind, the comfort that I've known

Where do I roam? A stranger to myself

Born to be here, but living somewhere else

And I'm searching for the reasons I've been

Chosen by a force beyond control

Beyond remorse and I don't know

If I will make it through this

Losing who I am

(…)

Losing everything I called "human"

Free will is miles away

I heard you play

In the digital cabaret

But I'm okay

I won't disobey

If you take me by the hand and make me

Chosen by a force beyond control

I'll play a part, you'll make me whole

You'll be my voice, I'll be your soul

You'll take my choice and I don't know

How you will make me new but

This is who I am”

Open Up Your Eyes (by Tempest Shadow)

Like this could have gone in a Nicky playlist cause this is literally just Nicky talking to Taylor and warning him of betrayal but it’s a MLP song so ultimately Taylor won out lol. Also someone please make an animatic of this I want it so so bad.

“It's time you learned a lesson

It's time that you understand

Don't ever count on anybody else

In this or any other land

(…)

I once hoped for friendship

To find a place among my kind

But those were the childish wishes

Of someone who was blind

Open up your eyes

(…)

Give up your sweet fantasyland

It's time to grow up and get wise

Come now little one

Open up your eyes

(…)

We all start out the same

With simple naïve trust

Shielded from the many ways

That life's not fair or just

(…)

But then there comes a moment

A simple truth that you must face

If you depend on others

You'll never find your place

(…)

And as you take that first step

Upon a path that's all your own

You see it all so clearly

The best way to survive is all alone”

Pretty Little Head (by Eliza Rickman)

It’s mostly:

“Boy, where's your mother? Fall down dead

Dirty mind, dirty mouth, pretty little head

I wish you were here, I wish you'd make my bed

Dirty mind, dirty mouth, pretty little head”

Mama (My Chemical Romance)

Heheh.

“Mama, we all go to Hell

I'm writing this letter and wishing you well

Mama, we all go to Hell

Oh well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die

Mama, we're all gonna die

Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry

Mama, we're all gonna die”

In light of recent episodes maybe even

“Mama, we all go to Hell

It's really quite pleasant except for the smell

Mama, we all go to Hell”

Takes on a funny little meaning now.

Holding Out For A Hero (by Frou Frou cause I really like this cover)

Partially an antihero goof, but there’s also a bunch of lyrics that are funny/interesting to me if you remove the intended context and think about Nicky instead. Perhaps especially:

“Up where the mountains meet the heavens above

Out where the lightning splits the sea

I could swear there is someone somewhere watching me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain

And the storm and the flood

I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood”

Heads Will Roll – A-Track Remix (by Yeah Yeah Yeahs)

Because it makes me laugh and I couldn’t resist.

Special (by Shinedown)

“Stop waitin' on your fifteen minutes of fame, 'cause you're not special

I'm not tryin' to rain on your parade, but you're not special

I'm not tryin' to bring you down, I'm not tryin' to sound so ineffectual

But you're not special

(…)

We all live to love, we all fall apart

We'd all go to war for the faint of heart

Instead we're condescending

There are no happy endings

I won't hold my breath, I won't cast a doubt

I'd never sell you out

But I'll give you one last chance to own it

'Cause you're not a god or a poet, so...

(…)

Stop waitin' on your fifteen minutes of fame, 'cause you're not special

I'm not tryin' to rain on your parade, but you're not special

I'm not tryin' to bring you down, I'm not tryin' to sound so ineffectual

But you're not special”

^ Anthony probably lol.

:) Okay that's it thank you for entertaining this besties!

[clatoera]

Always Remember We’re Burned For Better Chapter 10: Our Coming of Age Has Come and Gone

Well y’all. This is arguably my favorite chapter I have ever written. It is not as Clato heavy as it is Victor Heavy, and considering the Quell happens next chapter, that makes a lot of sense I promise. 

This chapter and these characterizations have taken a lot of workshopping to get to this point (heavy heavy thank you to @afterfawn). Some of the initial thoughts I had when I started this fic no longer even applied. The careers are no longer the 15-18 year old kids they were in the games. They’re adults who have grown and have a lot to lose, and I think that really comes out in this chapter. 

I am so proud of the last 3000 words especially. They are some of my favorites I have ever written. 

Theres a lot of rage here, and a lot of it I think calls back to feminine rage that I have written entire essays about (Think reproductive autonomy essay, sexual exploitation in the capitol essays which I can link if you want them!)

All this to say I’m actually really happy with this chapter. It is the longest yet. 

And shit has gotten ❤️ real❤️

Title from: Peace (Taylor Swift) Which, btw, is one of my top inspo songs for this fic anymore. 

Alternative non taylor titles included: 

The Last Night of the World 

alright

Masterpost

AO3

And as always...thank you to my wonderful wonderful Clato besties, like @ms1818 who have been here since day one and listen to me behave in absolutely unhinged ways in the DMs. (especially you @ohhowwehavefallen who literally tolerates 6789 messages a day) 

Alright. Let the chapter begin.

“We look absolutely fucking ridiculous.” Clove hisses next to the chariot, arms crossed over her far too exposed chest. “What happened to the gold and glory and all that shit of the past. They decided to go back to marble for the fucking Quarter Quell?”

“At least you have a shirt.” Cato mumbled, tracing his finger down the intentionally emphasized shadows of his abs. “They may as well have wrapped us sheets and called it a day.”

“You’re supposed to look like statues of the ancient gods,” Enobaria explains, brushing some of the white glitter that is caked on Clove’s collarbones off and to the floor. “At least you look desirable to sponsors, they already know you and how good you are, now they’re getting to see a bit more–”

“A statue of an ancient prostitute maybe?” Clove tilts her shoulder back and steps out of the reach of Enobaria, who is just shaking her head at the young girl’s outburst.

She had a point. Through tight lace corseting and padding they managed to make Clove look far…curvier than she actually is, the top of the white fabric draping dangerously low across the top of her chest. The dress itself was flattering, sure, skillfully draped ivory silk that did make her look rather desirable.

Cato was no better. The same ivory silk that compressed and emphasized her body was slung low on his hips, barely reaching even the tops of his knees. There was no real doubt that they were on display for more than just game sponsors– they were on display for pre-order in case they won.

She didn’t like what that could mean, when winning would mean she was no longer provided the protection of the capitol’s favorite relationship.

Especially, when the current favorite victims, Glimmer and Finnick, would be long past dead.

They had tried not to watch the reapings on the train ride up. It wasn’t going to change their plan– ally with one and four, take out twelve. Enobaria and Brutus, in true mentor mode, had forced them to watch, anyway.

They had watched as beautiful Glimmer took the stage with her signature brilliant smile, only to falter slightly when Marvel was reaped immediately after her.

They watched as Finnick Odair smiles and waves when his name is called, and an incredibly elderly woman takes a hysterical Annie Cresta’s place. They did not know the story, but they knew Finnick would feel incredibly indebted to her. She could be a liability, sure, but having Finnick on their side was far more important than that. Besides, Clove likes Annie. Deep down she is glad she isn’t here to fight too.

Johanna Mason, naturally, was reaped as Seven’s only female option.

A woman from eight who was separated from her crying children, made even Clove pause for  a moment. She wouldn’t be the one who killed their mother, but she also wasn’t going to just let her go if the time came.

The man though. Oh he was hers. She can picture it as if it is still playing in front of her eyes. His hand, her mother’s neck. A one-two smack against the cornucopia that had rendered her lifeless and him a victor.

Oh he is hers. He is going to look into the same green eyes, the same dark hair in his face and he is going to beg her for the mercy of death. This is her grand show, her final gift to herself. She is taking him out and leaving him to be shipped back to eight in a 3 x 3 crate and not a long pine coffin.

Everyone else was unremarkable. Of course fire-girl and loverboy made it back in. This was all their fault after all.

Surely, everyone would be in agreement that they were target number one…right?

Glimmer and Marvel are scurrying over from their own chariot, and Clove’s eyes go wide at the sight of Glimmer specifically.

Her dress is transparent flesh toned mesh, skin tight, and truly leaving nothing to the imagination. There are crystals of some sorts– Clove may so far as to say Diamonds, this is a victor after all– strategically placed so as to keep the dress appropriate for the broadcast.

This girl who is so beautiful and so sure of herself gives a melancholy smile and does a half twirl once she reaches her friends. “Guess they wanted everyone to have one last look at what they’ll be missing, right?” She gives Clove a pitiful glance when she notes the artificial curvature they’ve constructed on her. “Looks like they’re trying to market you two, too…Just think about it. I’ll be dead, Finnick will be dead.. Who’s going to become the newest prize?” She stands closer to Marvel, leaning her head against the sky blue silk of his own diamond crusted shirt.

“Serves them right. Let them do it to their own kind.” Marvel takes her hand and squeezes it, the affectionate gesture far more than Clove has ever publicly seen from the two. After all, it’s far harder to advertise a sale on a girl in a relationship. “We’ll be allies, right? Career Pack to end all Career Packs.”

“Obviously. And we won’t be as stupid as our idiots last year.” Clove rolls her eyes, crossing her foot in front of the other at the same time she crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly even more self conscious about the exposure in the same light as Glimmer. “We’ll want Finnick, obviously. He’s got the old woman but she won’t be a threat. Johanna too. Not a career, but we want her.” She’s our friend goes unsaid.

““And there's Finnick now- Finnick!” Cato calls him over, waving the presumed fifth of their career alliance.

The man saunters over, all bronze skin and a knotted gold net as the entirety of his costume. He’s got that bright white smile as he looks them over. “Are we going to a tribute parade or a brothel advertisement?”

“You know as well as I do what the answer is to that, Finnick.” Clove reaches out to run her hand across the corner of his shoulder. “Are we all covered in fucking Glitter?”

“Capitol special.” Finnick remarks, glancing over behind his shoulder to other gathering districts, seemingly looking for someone, before turning back to address Cato. “You called?”

“Yeah. Figured it goes without saying, but you’ll be part of our alliance, right? We’re all victors, but we’re still the best that it gets.” Cato explains, naturally taking on the leadership of the alliance at least in appearance. Sure, he would be the front runner, but Clove always was and always would be the brains behind the operation. They worked this way.

Finnick grimaces, his jaw tightening as he looks down towards their feet. “Actually..I can’t commit to that. There's other things in the works right now. With Johanna and–”

“You’re actually turning us down?” Clove snaps, dark eyes for the first time seeing him as the enemy he is choosing to be. “We were going to invite Johanna too, that's not an issue.”

“The issue is not Johanna. There are other alliances I've committed to–” He half whispers, and shoots a look towards Glimmer that Clove cannot intercept enough to decipher.

“If it isn’t Johanna then– Oh my god it’s twelve isn’t it?” Clove hisses, Cato’s hand finding her shoulder and holding her back. Now is not the time for their violent outbursts. “You’re choosing that bitch over us? Do you know how stupid you two have to be?” Of course it had to be her. Who else would be worth shirking the career alliance over.

“If you’re not our ally, you’re our enemy. You know that, right?” Cato reminds, the threat evident in his voice. This is the most restrained he’s been in the face of anger in– well, maybe ever. It’s almost scarier to hear than his enraged outburst would have been.

“That's a risk I'm unfortunately going to have to take.” Finnick nods towards Glimmer, but if he is trying to communicate something it is lost on the absolute betrayal in her face.

“After all we’ve gone through together!” Glimmer whispers, disbelief all over her beautiful features. “We have been a team through all of this– and that doesn’t matter to you?”

“Glimmer, this isn’t personal. If you will talk to me after the parade i’ll–”

“No. This is the most personal decision you can make. I don’t want to talk to you, not ever again.”

“Glimmer, I really think you’d like to hear what I have to say–”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Glimmer scoffs, turning on high heels to head back to the one chariot.

“You’re going to regret this, Finnick.” Cato warns, giving Finnick a confused stare. Why would he choose someone else, and why wouldn’t he admit to who it was?

“I certainly hope I don’t.”

-

Training is uneventful as to be expected when the majority of the tributes are well past their prime and battling one addiction or the other.

Cato and Clove, however, are at their peak. This is what they trained for the entirety of their lives, of course. He hacks dummies into pieces, and she never misses a single target. When they sneak off after a particularly good round of hand-to-hand sparring, no one bats an eye.

Johanna catches them all off guard when she struts around completely naked.

Glimmer, for all she is mad at Finnick, is the most social of the careers. She is caught sitting with Finnick’s partner for hours one afternoon, learning various knot tying with the tips of her fingers.

When Katniss pulls the attention of the room with a display of her shooting prowess, the four of them are the only ones who do not cease training to gawk.

When they all earn Elevens in their training session, Clove is sure that they out did her this time.

Katniss and Peeta both get a twelve and Clove whips her head towards Cato.

“That bitch is mine.”

“Not if I get her first.”

-

“I feel like they’re trying to make a point with this.” Enobaria admits, as she kneels down and spreads the back train of Clove’s long, black lace gown out behind her. “This is just atypical for interviews.”

Clove turns to glance at herself over her shoulder in the mirror. Black, bejeweled lace covered from her neck to her wrists, somehow both exposing her skin and covering her completely. The bottom of the dress, the same heavy lace, flowed well past her feel and trailed behind her. There was a heavy black fabric under the lace, too, really holding her in. From the back of her neck to the floor are hundreds of tiny black buttons, holding the dress tight to her body. She imagined this must feel something like being suffocated by a snake.

It was so unlike the capitol, to cover them so fully, and to go with something so…historical?  

“It feels like one of those old timey wedding dresses. Just..in black. It feels like i’m going to a funeral.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Enobaria twists her in her arms, back so she is face to face with the girl she raised. “Well… it kind of is a funeral in its own way isn’t it? Maybe you’re supposed to be the bride of death, or whatever that old story is. You know how they like their symbolism.” She grabs her by the chin, pulling her up to meet her eyes. “I don’t know what you and he are planning on pulling this week, Clove, but you had no reason to volunteer when they pulled me. You know I can handle myself.”

Clove wraps her hand around Enobaria’s wrist, and almost leans into her hand. “Enobaria…”

“No, do not get all sentimental on me right now Clove Kentwell-”

“Let me. You raised me, really. My grandma didn’t want me, I know that much. If you hadn’t been there for me…I don’t know if I’d have survived childhood. And I do know that if it hadn’t been for you I never would have been a victor.” Clove holds onto Enobaria’s hands with her own, leaning her chin into her palm. “I would have lost both of you in the games. After all you have given me.. This is as close to a thank you as I can give you.” Clove wraps her arms around the woman’s shoulders, tucking her face into the crook of her neck not caring for a second longer about the hard facade they have always had to maintain. “Thank you.”

“Don’t be going all teary Clove, you are still in this.” Enobaria reminds her, careful not to mess with the intricate pins and baubles that held up all of Clove’s incredible quantity of hair. “Go out there, and remind them of who you are and where you come from.”

She lifts her head from her tribute’s shoulder when she sees Cato round the corner. “I’ll give you a few minutes alone, okay? Remember what I said.. Remember who you are, Clove.”

Clove turns to face Cato as Enobaria turns to leave, and sees him in a very simple but elegant black suit.

“What is with these outfits? How does this say District Two?” Cato huffs, closing their distance with a few short steps, one hand wrapping around her waist while the other cradles her face. “You look beautiful, anyway.”

“I look fucking bizarre. This weighs more than I do.” Clove slides her arms under the jacket of his suit, resting her chin on his chest.  “What are we even going to say? Yeah we won the games a few years ago. Just replay our first interviews, if they want us to brag about the glory of District Two.”

“We could go tell the world what we did.” He teases, running his thumb over her cheek bone. “Go pull the sponsors with a secret wedding admission.”

“Oh please, like anyone would believe we did that.” Clove rolls her eyes, but smiles regardless. “That’s some shit Loverboy would try to pull.” Clove pushes back in his arms, and playfully spins in a circle. “Oh no, my dress didn’t catch fire to distract from the fact I have no personality.”

Cato laughs, pulling her in with his hands on her face so he can lean down to kiss her. “You’re far too good for those fire girl tricks. Come on, baby.. We’re going to miss our big entrance.”

They descend the elevator hand in hand, and step out just in time to see Glimmer being called onto the stage.

“Let's give it up, for Glimmer!” The voice of Caesar Flickerman booms, his hand gesturing towards stage left where Glimmer makes her grand entrance. Her dress is a short, tight strapless thing, barely to the top of her thighs, absolutely coated in crystal colored stones. There is a shimmering golden fabric from around her waist that trails behind her to the floor in a sparkling, dazzling train. She is all legs and tan skin and she is absolutely glowing.

Their dearest capitol golden girl.

“Aren’t you positively shining.” The man with the lavender hair praises, turning the audience into a crowd of absolute screams for their favorite starlet. He gestures for her to sit and she deftly brings the golden skirt to rest on her thighs, hiding the skin that otherwise would have completely been exposed to the world. “I think we can all agree, we will certainly miss you!”

“Oh well I'm sure you’re all going to miss parts of me, that's for sure!” She never falters, the smile on her face remaining steadfast despite the taken back look of her host.

“Yes…well! I’m sure you’re excited to be going back in? Did you have to out compete your siblings for the honor?”  He directs the microphone in her direction, and she shoots another shining grin, never missing a beat.

“Of course, my parents were very excited to decide which daughter was going to be spared.” Spared of the games or the abuse at the capitol, well, that's up for debate.

“What is she doing?” Clove hissed to Marvel, pulling him in by the shoulder. “Does she realize what she’s–”

“She knows. This is her last stand.” Marvel nods, a proud smile creeping onto his face.  “She knows.”

Caesar adjusts his neckline a bit uncomfortably, eyes shifting across the audience and off stage. “Yes..well. Do you have any hopes for the arena? I think we all remember that beautiful island you won on, are you hoping to return to something that tropical?”

“Of course I remember my arena! When I was fifteen and encouraged to continue to strip down in the heat? When we were dressed in bathing suits? With weather that just kept getting hotter and hotter until I was left in nearly nothing!” Glimmer giggles, one hand waving it off. “I’m sure everyone would love a return of that.”

“She’s putting a target on her back.” Cato whispers, though none of them can dare look away from the screen in which Glimmer continues to command the interview, which is quickly and rapidly slipping out of Caesar Flickerman’s control.

“She doesn’t want to come back to the abuse, does she?” Johanna chimed in from the opposite side of Cato, where she stands with a coy smile on her face. “I never thought blondie had it in her. Good for her.”

“...yeah, well! The only man who actually cares about me as a human is being sent in with me so! We’ll have to see.” She responds to a question they do not hear, and the various gasps amongst the audience end her interview abruptly. Glimmer stands and sees herself off, waving at the crowd as she saunters off the stage.

Glimmer steps down from the stage, and as she approaches the group of victors she abruptly throws her arms around Marvel’s neck, and brings him down with her in a deep, searing kiss.

“Damn, it’s good that Mags volunteered for Annie, this was about to be a fucking episode of the Hunger Games, couples edition. More like the mother fucking newleywed games, at this rate” Johanna snarks, watching as Glimmer wipes her pink lipstick off of Marvel’s face before he goes to his own interview.

They all pause, though, at her comment.

That truly feels far, far, far too coincidental.

Even Clove, who volunteered– did so for the woman who raised her. Naturally, of course she’d volunteer for her.

Conveniently, every single other pair of them had been reaped.

Marvel takes the stage next, with a charming, funny demeanor that can’t help but make you smile. Maybe he’d be the ideal victor out of this, in the end. He talks about his first games, about the rainforest arena, the blistering heat, and how the only two who had been left in the end had been him and a thirteen year old girl. He beams over being a victor, and does not mention how the ghost of the little girl he skewered like shrimp still haunts his dreams.

“Yeah! Actually isn’t it funny? These games are effectively wiping out the victor gene pool.” Marvel laughs, but the smile Caesar naturally wears drops the second the comedic boy’s tone takes this slight shift.  “What are the chances that so many of us got pulled in together! That's just..such a funny coincidence isn’t it?”

“Yes well..How do you suppose that?”

“Well think about it! 25% of us are literally dating each other! There’s a whole pool of untapped potential in what could have been the kids of multiple victors! You don’t think Cato and Clove would have been committed to making sure their own kids were victors over in two? Glimmer’s the most beautiful, funny woman I’ve ever met, and she’s out of the race too. There's a whole generation– of future victors, honestly– just..completely wiped out because their parents are all going to die this week!” He turns to address the audience directly with a wide smile never leaving his face. “You all are the ones really missing out, right? No more Victor weddings! No more Victor kids! Yeah! It’s definitely the Capitol citizens who are suffering for this!”

Clove tightens her hold on Cato’s hand as Marvel sees himself off the stage. The temptation is weirdly potent. To mention how their life events have been manipulated to distract from Katniss Everdeen, how they have relinquished control of their dreams in exchange for safety for his sister. His sister. No, they could not say anything, they came this far to protect her after all. As if she knows he is thinking the same thing, Clove tugs on his sleeve to steal his attention. “We can’t say anything Cato, your sister–”

“We know.” Glimmer promises, intercepting their conversation as she reaches out to take Marvel’s hand upon his return.  “Don’t risk her.”

Clove and Cato both nod, sharing a look in complete and total agreement. No secrets, no rocking the proverbial boat. They were district two, anyway. They were expected to be flawless. The most loyal.

However, when Clove is called to the stage, Cato links his fingers with hers and walks out side by side with her for the last time.

“”Oh, would you look at that! What a treat! We ask for Clove and we get Cato too!” Caesar encourages, though Clove can see the sweat on his skin forming over his perfectly makeup covered face. Already, the victors are getting to him, and the night has just begun.

“We’ve always been a team.” Clove explains, as she moves to sit side by side next to Cato on Caesar's mini couch. “We were always meant to go into the games together. Guess it’s finally our chance.”

The audience gives an awwww, and Clove feels the high neck of lace practically choking her as she forces a smug smile on her face.

“Yes! That’s right! And how do you feel, now that you have gotten a second chance to do this together! Don’t you feel so lucky?”

“We have been partners for ten years.” Cato cooly says, dodging the implication of the question without flat out denying it. “This is, ultimately, what we have always worked for. We’ve always been the best, Clove and I. ”

“And Clove! You are one of our only volunteers this year. What was going through your mind?”

Clove gives half a smile, and looks out into the audience, searching for her mentor. Searching for her friend. “I was thinking that when my mom died.. Enobaria, she raised me. This was my way to pay her back. Or maybe get one up on her, be a double victor, who knows.” Clove meets eyes and nods, and Enobaria just shakes her head. Of course she wasn’t doing this for glory– but they had a reputation to uphold.

They get an entire six minutes, the combination of both of their time, to play the role of the brutal victors from Two one last time.

Finally Caesar asks them, as they sit their arm in arm, grounding each other from the rage that was bubbling up deep inside them. “How will you carry on the legacy of the other, when only one of you emerges as victor.”

Clove feels him tense next to her, and she squeezes his hand tightly. This was the one thing they did not address, the idea they never entertained.

“We have been partners our entire lives.” Cato gets out through a clenched jaw, squeezing tightly to his wife’s small hand in his own. “Going in together has been all we have ever focused on.”

“And who says we will come out without each other?” Clove decides, giving an oh so innocent smile. Sure. It could be read as snarky– but it could also be read as a love struck young girl not yet accepting the death of the love of her life. However they chose to see it was beyond her.

Caesar bristles as he announces them together, and they walk off, hand in hand, never once looking at the audience who gawks at them.

They leave the stage and see their friends still gathered, but more specifically see Finnick and Johanna hounding Glimmer.

“I already told you, you made your choice, and i’m not interested in hearing you out on anything anymore–”

“Glimmer, you need to listen to us–”

“No, Finnick, after all we have gone through you still chose someone else.” Glimmer backs away from both Johanna and Finnick, who are looking over their shoulders in watch and speaking in just above hushed tones.

“Meet with us after the interviews, just for a few minutes.” Johanna half pleads, and Clove can see Glimmer roll her eyes.

“Why, so you can explain your abandonment? No thank you!” Glimmer pushes past them both, brushing both off to stand in her wake. “We’ll see you in the arena.”

“Glimmer. Ten minutes. That's all we need.”

“No. I don’t want to go into tomorrow hating you, so stop it!”

The interviews are continuously eventful.

The man from three questions the legality of the quell, something Cato hadn’t even considered. Since when couldn’t the Capitol decide what was law?

Finnick recites a poem by heart, dedicated to his love. Thousands of capitolite women scream in the audience, both thinking it's for them and at the reality of the loss they will be facing with Finnick’s possible death in the next weeks.

“Annie.” Clove whispers only for Cato as she watches Finnick lock eyes with the camera on stage. “It’s for Annie.”

Johanna is her own kind of unhinged, as to be expected from the woman who walked around completely naked all week. “Fuck that, and fuck anyone who had something to do with it.”

“You’re something else.” Clove laughs at Johanna just as she struts off stage, but is caught off guard when Johanna simply stares past her.

“A wedding dress? Seriously?” She scoffs, and Clove and Cato turn at the same time to see the object of her commentary.

Indeed. There she was. The Girl on Fire in her oversized ivory ball gown, stumbling through like a newborn giraffe learning that it has legs.  

“Well that's why they put me in this then.” Clove snaps, whipping her head towards Cato. “She’s in a wedding dress, I’m in the fucking opposite.  The antithesis of the girl on fire and her white wedding. Even in our last fucking days, we exist to distract from her?” She narrows her eyes at the girl, looking her over with a killer scowl, a hunter sizing up her prey.

“...Snow made me wear it.” Katniss does not meet eyes with Cato and Clove, instead addressing Johanna directly.

Hell, Maybe snow insisted on her mourning dress as well.

The group of them are led to the entrance to the stage, where Cato and Clove are ushered to the top where all other victors were standing for the final ceremony, while Johanna pauses to encourage Miss Girl on Fire.

“Make him pay for it.”

They are stationed beside Glimmer and Marvel, whom they have already planned to meet on the rooftop after the interviews, for one last ‘planning’ meeting for their alliance tomorrow that would just so happen to include their favorite drinks.

Katniss says nothing of substance, yet again, but does in fact spins in her little dress for a big reveal. This time she looks like a bird of some sort, and if Clove is honest, the dress is far less impressive than the gorgeous white gown she had previously donned.

“I don’t get it? A bird?” Cato mumbles in her ear, and Clove has to bite back the snarky smile she so desperately wants to let out. Always on the same wavelength, especially when it came to fire girl.

Peeta Mellark though,  oh that boy is dangerous with his words, this much Clove knows.

The big reveal at his last interviews likely saved his life.

Caesar is prattling on about lost opportunities between the star crossed lovers, and Cato nearly zoned out completely when he hears Peeta drop his first big shocker.

“Oh, actually we got  married. In secret!”

“A secret wedding? Alright, do tell.”

Clove feels Cato’s hand tighten around her wrist and she knows the bored expression on her face has twisted into rage.

“Are you fucking joking?” Cato whispers, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her closer, instructed positions on the pedestals be damned. “There's no way.”

“Not a fucking chance. This is one of his little fucking schemes.”

“Maybe we should have said–”

Their harsh whispers are interrupted by the entire room erupting into gasps and outrage, in a cry for cancellation of the games.

“If..if it weren’t for the baby.”

“Oh absolutely not!” Clove hisses, snapping her head towards loverboy and his bird girl. “They’ve never fucking touched–”

The absolute outrage of the audience throws Clove off.

This is their final straw?

It is not the mother who left behind a toddler, or the other mother who is now on this stage to leave behind three children.

It is not the children trained to kill, chosen in their formative years and handed a weapon that weighs more than they do.

It is not the 23 children who die a year.

It is not the 1701 tributes who have died in the last seventy five years.

It is nonexistent – and oh, Clove isn’t stupid, she knows it is nonexistent– theoretical fetus that belongs to the star crossed lovers of District Twelve.

And yet the rage overtakes her so much that when she sees the joining of hands she cannot help but join in.

When the lights are cut they are all ushered off stage, quickly and aggressively while the audience is forcibly cleared out.

“We'll see you soon?” Glimmer calls out to them as her and marvel are led to one elevator while Clove and Cato are led to another. In the distance she can hear Finnick calling out for Glimmer, a final desperate attempt, but she continues to ignore him out of the betrayal she still feels.

They are escorted by wordless peacekeepers, who drop them off at the entrance of the District Two Floor, suspiciously alone.

“Where are our mentors?” Cato asks, noting the suspiciously silent apartment.

“Tributes are to have no further contact with anyone other than their district partners until the games. New policy.”

“So that's it? We don’t even get goodbyes?” Clove steps forward, and Cato has to grab her before she accosts the uniformed man.

“It’s the policy. You are not to leave this floor until tomorrow.”

They are left alone and Clove’s fists slam on the door behind them.

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye!”  She hits the wall once again, and violet covered bruises cover her fingers. “What’s happening out there?”

Beyond the windows they can hear the absolute riots that are taking place in the streets, demands to cancel the games, and to send the victors home.

“All of that over a fake baby? Theres no fucking way she’s pregnant, Cato. Look at them! I don’t believe it for a second, that girl is a fucking virgin if i’ve ever seen one–”

“I know. I want him. I want to take out Lover Boy.” Cato pulls Clove back by the waist, keeping her from causing any more harm to herself before morning. Her hands are far too valuable for her survival to let her bludgeon them.  “For that little fake married story. He’s a liar.”

Cato is immediately working to get her out of this constricting dress, to let her change before their midnight meeting. He fumbles with the dozens of buttons, hands far too large for such delicate work.

“Cut it off.” Clove instructs, leaning her arms on the back of the couch. “Cut this fucking thing off of me. I hate it, get it off.”

Cato takes the small knife she slides at him– not asking where she got it from, not the point– and slices through the buttons on her back, freeing her so she can finally take a deep, gasping breath. She never got her goodbye, but she will get her glory.

“Cato?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I better get two fucking canons when I take her out tomorrow.”

-

At midnight, long after the shock of not getting to say goodbyes to their mentors and families, long after the dramatics have died down, they all meet on the rooftop as planned. They know they could face a grave punishment for the blatant disregard for the instructions to stay separated, but really, haven’t they already painted big enough targets on their backs already?

They each come prepared, with a bottle of their favorite Capitol drinks and their favorite Capitol treats, dressed in various combinations of boyfriends’ sweaters and plush capitol sweatpants, a far cry from the luxury and glamorous facade they maintain all week.

Among salsa and chips and pizza and fries and the top quality red wine, they live the last night of their lives as they know it.

If you squinted, for a minute, they just looked like four normal kids. Maybe even lifelong childhood friends, or college roommates at the end of a long semester.

And honestly, for a night, they even felt like normal adults. Sharing stories of training days and childhood, of adolescent affection and academy scandals. If they were going into this as allies, as friends, they were also going to go in knowing the humanity of their team.

“What do you guys think you’d be doing if there weren’t games?” Marvel leans back on the palm of his hand, scooping up another tortilla chip. “Y’know. If you could be anything.”

Clove looks to Cato, and they share a half-hearted shrug. This had been the entirety of their lives, there was never any other option.

“I don’t think we ever gave much thought to that.” Cato admits, finishing off the basket of chips between the four of them. “All we had ever even known were the games. The honor and pride that comes with winning, it’s literally all we were raised on. I don’t think we even have skills for a world that doesn't have games. They stopped regular classes once we were fifteen… Clove, can you even imagine us trying to do math anymore?”

“That was the glory of the academy, you know? You either never need to know these things because you’re a victor, or you’re dead. Either way.. accounting wasn’t ever going to be your calling, baby.” Clove leans back against his chest, reaching for the bottle of wine that had just been passed between them for the last hour or so. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, spending the last night of their lives drinking on the training center roof instead of resting, but truly what did they have left to lose?

“We always planned to be trainers, after.” Clove continues in explanation, Capitol-polished nails clicking along the empty green glass. “ Figured we’d win. Become trainers. Mentor for a decade. That’s really it.”

“That's all you ever wanted? Really? Your entire life just.. built around the games?” Marvel shakes his head, letting out a little huff of disbelief, before he is on his side, his face propped up in his hand as he watches them. “Come on. It’s the last night of the world. The last night of maybe all of our lives. Think about it. If it could be anything at all, what would you do?”

“Of course our lives are built around the games, we’re from District Two, what other choice did we ever really have?” Cato scoffs, but his hand wraps around Clove’s waist and brings her in flush against him. Of course he knew what he’d want- and it was and always would be her. In every version of their lives, it would always have been her.

Cato isn’t sure he believes in anything after death, but if there's another life after this one, maybe he’ll be so lucky to find her there, too.

“I would’ve been a comedian.” Marvel announces, a smile in his voice that betrays that even now he is managing to make .”I have a gift. It’s a shame I didn’t get to share it with the world. Sorry, that's why the games actually exist, to contain me. I’d be too powerful without them. Snow personally has to humble me.”

Clove can’t help but give out half of a laugh at his confidence, and even she had to admit, the kid is funny sometimes.

“I’d have been a mom.” Comes a soft, near-whisper from the Blonde woman, who is toying with the empty wine glass in her hand. “When I was little, I had these two little dolls I took everywhere. I told my own mom all the time, that they were my babies and I was their mama. I remember them so so clearly. They had blonde hair and green eyes, my dad got them for me for my fifth birthday, they were meant to look like me.” She smiles, then, a wishful, longing smile that was still somehow so genuine it made Clove’s heart ache for her and the life she never could have had. “I told my mom all the time that I wanted to have pretty little girls, like me.”

Her face hardens, shifting to a cold, calculated undercurrent of rage that has been brewing inside her for quite some time.

“Noone ever warns you of how dangerous it can be to be a pretty little girl.” Glimmer crunches her hand around the stemless glass, and the faintest crack can be heard. The glass does not shatter, but small hairline cracks begin to spread out like a spider’s web from under her thumb. How representative of her tolerance for the past seven years, to the slow splintering of her life, never quite shattering all the way. Until tonight. “I had never had a choice, once my sister and brother won. I was always going to have to go in…” Glimmer reaches for the final of the four bottles, the only with anything left to try to salvage. “The only way I could protect them was just never to have them. That was my greatest act of love for the daughters I wanted– to never even have them. ”

“Worked out for the best.” Clove offers, threading her fingers through Cato’s, fulling letting his frame envelop hers. “They’d just be orphaned from the games now, anyway. Wouldn’t really recommend that for a kid…” Clove shifts the tone, away from the pain and loss of Glimmer’s dream life. “Speaking of! Tomorrow. I want eight.”

Fire girl they can fight over tomorrow. Finnick and Johanna, who shrugged off years of friendship to team up with Twelve over them, they could deal with at a later date (and maybe, if they were lucky enough, someone else would take out their traitor friends before they had to).  “He’s mine.”

“Some random middle aged man from eight? Weird for you, I thought you’d want one of the actual threats.” Marvel scoffs, as he sits up and brings Glimmer to his lap, wrapping both his arms around her before resting his chin on her shoulder. He whispers something Clove nor Cato catch, though they know it was not for their ears.

Not that they could blame them. Some things are better left between lovers.

“I watched him kill my mother every day for twelve years. I don’t know who’s coming out of these games but it sure as fuck isn’t going to be him. I want him, I want Katniss too, but I want him most of all.”

“You can have him.” Glimmer shrugs, laying back in the arms of her boyfriend, smiling a little at the opportunity to acknowledge him as such for the first (and last) time after her admission in her interview.  “Make him remember what he took from you.” She tucks her head into the crook of Marvel’s neck, her body relaxing entirely once settled against his.

There is an understanding in the silence. In the way they have so casually referred to the night as the end of the world.  Within a week, three of them would be dead. Though, there was an understanding that the fourth likely wouldn’t be fighting their way to the top again either.

“....are we even trying?” Cato finally asks. He has been unanimously understood as the impromptu leader of their alliance. His question is implied, and their silence is good enough as a response.  They will fight. They will put on their show. But they are not coming out of this.

No. Glimmer is not fighting to come back to this world alone. She is not fighting to be placed with a higher value on her head than ever before, when the other top shelf choice would be dead as a result. She is not fighting to survive in a world without Finnick’s sly commentary at auctions. She is not coming back to a world where the only men who touch her do so with aggression in their hands and sleazy comments on their breath. She is not coming back to a world without the only man who has treated her like a person, who made her laugh before he ever tried to touch her, who knows she likes french toast with blueberries, or who has ever seen her as more than a pretty face and a body to kill for.

No. Marvel will not come back without her, either. He is not coming back to a world where his only memorable trait is winning the games with the spear to the heart of a child. He is not coming back to a world that doesn’t remember his last name, but remembers him as the 69th victor. He is not coming back to a world that stares a bit too long if he is not saying something funny, a world that does not see him as anything more than something to laugh at. He is not coming back to a world without long golden hair that covers his pillowcases, a girl who steals his sweatshirts over Capitol couture, who has the only laugh worth earning.

No. Cato may have the most back home, but without Clove, no, he is not coming out either. He is not coming out without the girl who gave him his first real scar at 10, one that still sits where his shoulder meets his neck. He is not coming out without deep green kaleidoscope eyes and snide, snarky commentary that became his damnation. He is not coming out without a girl with perfect aim, who uses those fine, fine skills of hers on more than just her prey. He is not going home to a house that does not have her warm, autumnal scent year round. He is not living in a home without bed sheets folded in perfect squares. He does not want to live in a world where she doesn’t use clover honey in earl gray tea out of dedication to her name (even though she thinks wildflower honey is better). He is not coming home to a space devoid of the way she hums in the kitchen, or talks to herself as she brushes her hair. He is not coming out without the girl he has loved for the majority of his life.  He is not coming out without her. He is not going home without his Clove, his partner.

No. Clove has already lost everything to the games. She has lost her childhood and the only person in the world who loved her in her youth. She has lost her innocence and the child-like comfort of knowing someone would pick her up when she cried. She had lost her mother with a voice like honey and a heart like gold. Clove lost it all to the games, yes, but gained everything she had, too.  Clove was born to one tribute but practically raised by another victor, who taught her the value of self preservation before she could even form sentences. She had met a boy who broke her clavicle the day they met, but hadn’t broken her heart in the ten years since.  She is not going home to a world where the games have taken him, too.  She is not going back without arms that feel as close to home as she has ever known when they hold her.  She is not going back to a world without his mismatched socks, because they are hidden by shoes . She is not going home to a world without things held above her head to make her stand on her toes to plead for it back with a kiss. She is not going back without ocean colored eyes and golden hair like a halo, though he’s always been far from angelic. She is not coming back to a world without him. Without him waiting for her, there is no home to go back to. She is not going home without her Cato, her lifelong forever partner.

They will fight, they will put on the show. But they will not win.

The melancholy silence that has fallen between them becomes too much to bear for Glimmer first.

She wipes at the corners of her eyes so quickly that it wouldn’t have been noticeable if not for the crack in her voice. “Well. I guess we should get going. Before they catch us and just..execute us on the spot.” Glimmer pushes herself to her feet, offering her hand out to Marvel and pulling him up as well.

Clove and Cato nod in their silent agreement, pulling each other to a standing position before their friends. He threads an arm around her shoulder, giving a solemn nod of his head, before they turn to head down their nearest staircase.

“I think in another life, we could have been friends.” Comes across the training center, in the broken, teary voice of the once radiant Glimmer. “If things had been different. We would have been friends.”

Clove turns, shrugging out of Cato’s grasp and making a beeline for the girl. Without warning she reaches out her hand to close the gap between them.

“We are friends. In another life you could have been a mother. In another life I could have had a mother. In another life maybe we would have had a lot of things– but even in this life, Glimmer..we are friends. This is..the closest to friendship that I'll ever have. You are my friend.” Next to Cato, this was the best friend she had ever had.

Glimmer nods and squeezes at her hand, though the smile she tries to give her is overtaken by the flood of tears running down her face. “It would have been really really nice to have had those things, too.”

Their hands fall and in understanding they turn away. Glimmer’s sob echoes across the training center roof, and Clove finds herself curling into Cato’s side.

If she feels a tightness in her throat or a stinging in her eyes well- that's her own secret to keep. If Cato notices her watery eyes– he loves her enough not to mention it.

The next time they gather like this will be around a fire in the arena tomorrow night. If they all even make it that long.

Who knows. Maybe they’ll be target number one. Maybe they’ll be the enemy everyone is out to get, the big bad careers from Districts One and Two, who spent the last night of their lives together,  drunk on wine and tortilla chips.

Somehow, though, it didn’t feel like they were really the villain at hand anymore.

As they slowly descend the staircase they realize they will be alone in the apartment, considering that their little display on stage resulted in the mentors being sent back to their home districts– or at least out of contact with their tributes. Years ago they dreamed of the privacy of the District Two apartment that they would have as mentors. Now, however, even though they are alone, they feel haunted by ghosts of a future they do not have.

“One last night?” Clove asks, leaning her head against his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his back to pull herself as close as she could manage.

It all came down to tomorrow, now.

Everything. Ten years of partnership and training. Five years of varying degrees of flirtation and attraction. Three years of dating, two years doing so in public. Three months of private, confidential marriage.

Everything comes down to a final eight hours outside the arena, and a ticking time bomb within.

“One last night.” Cato acquiesced, before slipping one arm under her knees. The other held the small of her back, as he scooped her into his arms bridal style to carry her into the depths of the District Two Apartment. “One last night.”

In the end, neither of them sleep. Instead they are wrapped around each other in silence, watching the sun rise slowly but surely over the horizon.

Morning comes and they are abruptly separated by stylists accompanied by peacekeepers,  who do not give them the luxury of a private goodbye.

There is a quick kiss and a slightly longer squeeze of the hand before she is dragged out and away from him.

There is no long declaration of love or endless devotion, no promises to return home to each other to be had.

“I’ll see you in the arena.” She calls out, desperately. The words I love you are left unsaid, but understood.

Even in the end, some things are left only for them.

[throwaway-yandere]

(Nutjob anon)

Everyone simping after Tighnari or Haitham, and then there's me, going feral because FELIXFELIXFELIXFELIX MY BELOVED FELIX SNFJEJJEVGRRRRRR this chapter's insults were endorsed by Felix. Not a lot of boars, but the vibe was there so it's a win for me! I would nominate him as possible next underboss... but we both know that that's a bad idea lmao.

And since you are adding 3h characters, ai have a feeling Childe and Sylvain could be good friends! ... Only for them to talk trash behind the other's back ("I swear! His personality is so fake. How come you can stand him?")

And I'll also like to raise you: Linhardt and Tighnari being friends: Green, sassy, doesn't care for titles and only his research? Yes, they'd be very good friends.

I am also getting Lysithea vibes from the capo: wanting to do a lot but little time, and everyone needs to give them a vibe check for that attitude lol I hope Barbara can smack some sense into them, because I can't help but think that capo is also operating under the "there's nothing more terrifying than a man who has nothing left to lose". Yes, they are fighting for their men, but they personally don't care about what might happen to them, so we better watch out that sanity meter, or else the capo will turn into the real hazard all along the way.

And dunno Ansy, I know you want to help us with hinting that bringing Cyno is bad, but the one that I don't trust is Haitham lmao Cyno said it himself: don't kill Tighnari. Even if what he did makes his blood boil, at least he is conscious enough to first get the cure. But Haitham is quite prideful, so maybe he'll come with some shit that he is the only one we need and he can always steal what Tighnari have done and finish it. After all, the main point is to cure you, right? Anything else is expendable. And maybe having Cyno there might help him clarify some questions he might have.

I don't like how autorithive Haitham is, with ordering us to leave (even if it was good for us). That means he has no reservations in misleading us if what we are doing doesn't go with his agenda. So with Tighnari, someone who is... somewhat on the same ground as him in terms of research, he might not think as your underboss but as an academic rival when acting.

Anyways, angst hurts me but boy that I will spin that death wheel with gusto 😎

HDIAOAOAK I TRY MY BEST TO MAKE THE FE:TH CHARACTERS SUBTLE HERE (that very much failed with dimitri cause first off I'm a simp and second it's weird if the reader doesn't grieve for at least one chapter lol) SO I CAN'T MAKE FELIX THE UNDERBOSS EVEN IF I WANT TO 😭😭 (i actually added him in cuz I thought of you lolol)

(kazuha was almost the underboss tho but Alhaitham won lol)

I think not a lot of genshin players are major FE:TH fans so I gotta be real sneaky with the characters lol... But that sylvain idea 🤔🤔🤔 considering childe's whole comical side story with lumine rn I could invite mister steal your girl for some dumb sht lol. Lindhart is a rather european name so I could have him as another one of Focalor's people ehe, though he'd probably ask for Tighnari to do his job for him cause he's too lazy–

AND YES LYSITHEA AND CAPO WOULD HAVE BEEN BESTIES 😭😭😭 THEY'D UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND THEY'D PROBABLY FEEL LESS ALONE USIAOWO THESE POOR PEOPLE– the difference between the two of them is that lysithea always feels like she's being looked down on like a kid while the capo feels like they have too many burdens to bear– making these two vent to one another would probably be therapeutic for them ;;----;;;

My two au's right now both have nothing left to lose vibes, although capo!reader has that a lot less than our unhinged hyshum!reader. The only thing holding them back is that some of their men are still alive. They do care, it's just that they don't want to overthink:

These men have families, wives, husbands, children– what would become of them if they recklessly charged for revenge? There's no need to drag these people into nonsensical slaughter. It's your problem Capo, it's YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. And it's selfish to make them die for you when they have a better reason for living.

Their conscience won't allow it.

These type of thoughts just pull them back. It's all true, of course, their reasoning is sound but it is suffocating. Hence, most of their inner turmoil are repressed.

Oh and don't get me wrong! I respect your choices for bringing Cyno along– I love the chaos. I'm just tryina warn those certain simps that "something bad is about to happen to you and you should definitely question what happens of one of them dies-"

Or you know, I may be misleading everyone because I want a bad ending.

: )

Since when was I known for writing happy endings for my fics? Ehehehehehehehehehhehehehehheheheehehehehhehehehehhe–

And oh my darling nutjob anon...

Both Cyno and Alhaitham want to take credit for your cure. That's one of the many things that made these three idiot's truce work.

Alhaitham is authoritative, no doubt about that, but he respects you a ton. He could've done something stupid like kidnap you or try to remove you from being a Capo– but he'd rather spend some (very limited) time with you as someone you won't forget this time, (N/n).

You can consider Cyno the one with the "hidden agenda" because he's loyal to the church. He considers it his personal blessing that he was the one assigned to monitor you. Cyno is a very lonely person here. He is very prone to making idealized versions of you that fits his imaginations, and fortunately for him the Cardinals acknowledge his devotion to his missionary works.

And then there's our used-to-be-Innamorati-Familia's-informant, Professor Tighnari.

"The main point is to cure you, everything else is expendable." is exactly the dangerous mindset he is on. We'll get to him soon! It's about time he sees his Capo again!

[romantickiller111]

Romantic Killer – Prom King & Queen

By Sarah Stephenson

CHAPTER 2 - SHOPPING

“I can’t do this” Saki said. “I can’t bear being nominated for Prom Queen, so I’m stepping down. I don’t know who nominated me in the first place?”

“Saki, don’t do this to me! Please stay in the race with me” I begged.

Just then we noticed someone waltzing up to our table. It was none other than Rena and her bestie.

“So Anzu, are you looking forward to losing as Prom Queen” she asked, “And watching me dance with Tsukasa. Face it; you & Saki don’t have the looks to be the Queen of Prom. I was born to lead.” Rena tossed back her hair as we watched her walk off her bestie following behind her like a groupie.

Saki looked back at me with a determine look in her eyes. “You know what?” she said, “I’ve changed my mind. Let’s show her we can be Queens too”.

I still couldn’t believe it. Saki and I were going out shopping together. In the past she tried millions of times to drag me into Fashion Boutiques but each time I told her I had a date with some video games.

The first place we stopped at was a fancy boutique with many beautiful dresses in different colours. I have never seen such fancy dresses in all my life. There were cocktail dresses with skinny straps, long elegant dresses, sparkly dresses and low-cut sexy dresses.

In the end, I decided with a pale blue elegant dress with beautiful silver beads. Saki went with a beautiful red strapless dress that high-lighted her hair. She looked great.

“Wow. You look beautiful Anzu” Saki said, “You’ll steal the show and win hands down”.

Oh no I thought. I shouldn’t be the one hogging the spotlight. I didn’t want it. I should be helping Saki to win. “Maybe, I should get something else?” I suggested.

“No Anzu” Saki said, “go with that dress. It was made for you”.

Next we looked at the shoes and accessories. Saki selected red high heels and matching earrings as they went well with her red dress. I tried to be interested in a boring pair of white shoes until Saki pointed out some stunning blue studded heels. Saki talked me into buying them. All we had to do now was to get out nails done.

While I was waiting for my manicurist, I tried to focusing on reading a magazine, all the while wondering about our day when a tall lady in white appeared.

“Your manicurist is ready for you” she said. 

I got up and followed her to the manicurist’s booth. She was a bright and bubbly lady with blonde hair and she wore pink lipstick. She took my hand and started filing my nails.

“So darling, how the shopping going” she asked, “Did you have a good time deciding on a prom dress and shoes?” How could she know I’ve been shopping for a prom dress? Could she have been talking to Saki? I looked across the booth at Saki who is talking cheerfully at her manicurist.

I looked back at my own manicurist and saw, dangling from her ear, a small earring that was in the shape of a star. I know that star so well. It was the very same star that dangled off human Riri’s school bag and the same star on her wand. No, not her. The devil. Not again.

“You can drop the act” I said, “I know who you are, Riri”

“I could never fool you Anzu” she said giggling, “So, how was your shopping trip. I saw the dress. You’ll steal those boys’ hearts at Prom”.

“You can stop all this” I said, “I’m not going along with your silly plan. I’m going to see my friend Saki be selected as Prom Queen.” Riri’s eyes widened. Finally, I won this round.

“But Anzu, by midnight if you don’t kiss your true love, I will cease to exist” she said.

What is she saying?

“WHHHHAAAAATTTT?” I shouted nearly falling out of my seat. The whole spa began to shake like an earthquake just hit it. The women sitting either side of me looked my way with annoyed looks on their faces. I felt embarrassed as my face blushed red.

“Like I said,” Riri continued as a tear rolled down her cheek, “I would disappear and never be able return. This was my final chance to set you up. My bosses were supportive of the idea about getting you matched up that night”. What? My last chance to fall in love? Why would they put this much pressure on Riri and I. How can I fall in love in one night and how will I know it’s real?

As we left the nail salon, my heart felt very heavy. I was physically drained after hearing what Riri said.

“What’s wrong Anzu?” Saki asked, “You were happy in the boutique, the shoe shop and now you look as though you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.” Yeah, I’m going to lose my best friend Riri & no magic in the world will bring her back this time.

[firstaidspray]

OKAY BESTIES!!

I posted this poll ⬇️ so you guys could guess which unlucky Cyberpunk character is getting stuck with my V...

I was surprised at the amount of votes for Rogue, at one point she was tied with Judy!! I don't know that I've ever even indicated any kind of feelings towards Rogue so it's interesting you guys picked her. One of the votes for other was a pal who wanted to see the results, and one of the Viktor votes was me obv.

So who is it....???

We do a bit of trolling because the true answer was....

OTHER!!!!

What do I mean by "other?" Another character not listed? Nobody? Well...

My V falls in love with Johnny while he's living in her head. Imo that's just what happens to every V canonically, is that they and Johnny form a strange and inevitable love from sharing a body and mind, but anyways!! My girl falls for Johnny and he for her, but they can never truly be together and he's actively technically killing her and they are in the same body. But is that not a perfect way to love? An ultimate closeness? All they have is each other, even when alone, a devotion they can't control. V is his only friend. And this turns into love!! Star crossed, fucked up, impossible love. My V loves him, even though she knows they're both going to be gone soon.

And that time comes, of him being gone- it's an emotional parting and she has to ultimately cope with losing the literal closest person in her life that she had fallen for.

But that's not the end!!

My V is, like me, full of illness and shitty organs and disorders. So she's a regular of Viktor's, obviously, and it's only natural she's developed a crush on the dude who takes care of her and replaces her fucked up organs and does his best to keep her healthy. Even though Johnny becomes her focus for some time, V still has those feelings. And when Johnny's gone, she finally says fuck it and goes for it, and she and Viktor get together as a sweet sweet unethical patient/doctor couple.

So, sorry I deceived you guys by giving you ONE option to pick...except for the people who voted other. Even if it was just to see the results. You guys win. I guess whoever voted Johnny and whoever besides me voted Viktor also technically won.

Your prize? You get to suggest last names for my V, because she doesn't have a real name yet!!

Reply or send to my inbox your suggestion for V's last name but ONLY IF YOU VOTED FOR OTHER, JOHNNY, OR VIKTOR. Eh, you can suggest them even if you didn't. Actually please reply and tell me who you voted for and why bc I'm super curious!!

V reveal tomorrow!! Say peace!! ✌️🦋✨️

[matthewkniesys]

Insta edit where Luke Hughes dates a famous singer maybe the singers a drysdale??

Of course love <3 Thank you for sending

This is a complete work of fiction and non of the pictures are mine

I also wanted to say that the Junos are Canada's version of the grammys if anyone's wondering and since your Jamie Drysdale's sister in this your Canadian :)

Y/n.Drysdale

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Y/n.Drysdale- Thank you to @thejunoawards and @cbc_music for inviting me to my first Junos! Tonight I won my first Juno for breakthrough artist of the year and it's been pretty crazy... Thank yall so much for all the love and support! I love you all <3

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lhughes_06 - My baby is stunning 😍

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - Love you Lukey❤❤

Jackhughes - Congrats to my (sorta) sister!!

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - Future sister in law??😉

jamie.drysdale - Congrats to my (real) baby sister, I'm so proud of you and definitely NO in laws anytime soon

_quinnhughes - Congratulations Y/n!! You deserve so much

edwards.73 - lhughes_06 you've got a keeper in Y/n/n... Don't let her slip away. I'm so proud of you Baby Drysdale

↳ lhughes_06 - I was never planning to let her go... but you and dylanduker25 will always be my number ones

↳ dylanduker25 - we love you too Lukey 😚

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - GET OUT OF MY COMMENTS

↳ dylanduker25 - Looks like someone's jealous cause luke likes me and ethan better

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - Dylan I'm not kidding...

↳ dylanduker25 - that's my queue to leave guys 😭

brendan.brisson - luke is one lucky dude...

↳ thombordeleau - you can have me instead

owenpower_ - Imagine not being besties with little kid Y/n and having to listen to her singing to herself constantly... look at where she is now, couldn't be more proud 😊

Fan.account - she has the voice of an angel!!! She deserves it <3

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - Thank you lovey 💗

markestapa - that my best friend, she's a real bad bitch

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - YASSS (but no swearing markipoo )

trevorzegras - My favourite Drysdale just won a freaking juno!! Jamie now you gotta do better... how does the Stanley Cup sound??

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - yeah Jame get to it...

lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 - Congratulations to my pretty girl on winning her first Juno (still not 100% sure what that is tbh) !! I'm so proud of you for winning your first of many. Very worth flying out to Canada to see. After she showed me some of her favorite spots in toronto. I love you so much and you deserve the world😙❤

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Y/n.Drysdale - I'm in love with you❤❤ but thank yall for the love I'm literally in the back seat of Luke's car crying rn cause I'm so thankful and overwhelmed... also why did you post the picture of me in my baggy post show hoodie and sweats

↳ lhughes_06 - I can confim... she is bawling her eyes out and has used about half a box of kleenex already and you look beautiful no matter what babe

jackhughes - I knew I should've came out to Canada...

↳ lhughes_06 - you snooze you lose, sorry jack 😎

jamie.drysdale - keep the hands that far apart hughesy... that's my little sister

↳ lhughes_06 - yes sir

Mackie.samo - cuties and congrats Y/n!!!

edwards.73 - How's Canada???

↳ lhughes_06 - Umm we're in Toronto which looks like the city's in the states plus a giant tower that stick into the sky for some reason

dylanduker25 -why wasn't I invited to Canada with the happy couple*sigh*

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - TAKE A LOOK AT THE COMMENTS YOU LEFT ON MY POST AND THEN RETHINK THIS COMMENT DUKER

↳ dylanduker25 - I'm very sorry Y/n... forgive me please😢

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - no

jamie.drysdale

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jamie.drysdale - Congrats to my baby sister on her first ever juno!!! Look at us weren't we such cute babies and now look at where we are... she's a juno award winner and I'm a hockey player in the NHL... Time flys. Love you Y/n💞

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Y/n.Drysdale - Thank you Big Bro!! We were so cute when we were little...

↳ jamie.drysdale - yes we were 😊

lhughes_06 - The Drysdale's were cute little kiddies

trevorzegras - It's rare that we see the Drysdale kiddos getting along... cherish these pictures

↳ jamie.drysdale - shut up trev

↳ trevorzegras - make me😋

jackhughes - me and luke and quinn are cuter

↳ jamie.drysdale - sure buddy keep telling yourself that

↳ lhughes_06 - for once in his life jack is right

↳ jamie.drysdale - Y/n.Drysdale that's it I'm cutting it off... no more luke hughes he thinks he and his siblings are cuter then us

↳ Y/n.Drysdale - I'm done with yall for the day... I can't deal with this, I'm going to bed

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