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[ghostofskywalker]

hiii Lucy Gray anon, since our lovely Peeta took that prompt maybe "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?

of course, i love this prompt for her!! and since you were next on my list, here it is :) it went a little angstier than i had originally planned, i hope that's okay!

Moving Forward, Together

words: 888

summary: when your girlfriend wakes up in the middle of the night, you two have a conversation about her past, and she attempts to teach you a skill for the future.

flower and meaning: poppy || remembering the fallen of wars and armed conflicts - this is also going to fill my november prompt for the @yearofcreation2023

lucy gray baird masterlist || year of flowers masterlist

It took a while for Lucy Gray to open up about her experience in the Hunger Games, and you never pushed her to talk about things she didn’t want to. You couldn’t even imagine what experiencing that must have been like for her, but you could clearly see it continuing to affect her life, even as far away from Panem as you were right now, having taken the chance to run away together the first moment it came. 

On particularly rough days for her, you tried to help in any way you could, but you often felt powerless, especially when she woke up screaming in the middle of the night. You wept along with her most of the time, offering your comforting touch to her in any way she might want it. Sometimes she would even ask you to sing for her, though your voice was in no way as beautiful as hers. 

When Lucy Gray woke up crying this time, you immediately wrapped your arms around her and pulled her closer to you, placing soft kisses on her forehead and she shivered slightly from the sobs. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Usually, she would shake her head and that would be the end of the conversation, but you always wanted to make sure you gave her the chance if she wanted to continue. 

And it seemed that this time, she did want to talk. “I can’t stop seeing their faces,” she said, her voice shaking almost as much as her body was. “Jessup, Reaper, Lamina, Dill, Coral, Mizzen,” she said, rattling off the names of her fellow victims, those who were taken from their homes and their families and forced to publicly fight to their deaths in order to satiate the Capitol’s sadistic power fantasy.

Unsure of what to say, you only hugged her tighter, and she sucked in shaky breaths before continuing. “I don’t want to forget them, because that’s what the Capitol wants. But I can’t stop seeing them as if they were attacking me.” 

Tears began to slip down your face at her words, and even though you had never lived this particular trauma, you could understand her struggle. “It’s perfectly okay to want to forget the version of them you met in the arena,” you said gently. “No one blames you for that.” 

“I know, I just-” 

“Lucy Gray,” you said, cutting her off. “You are the strongest and bravest person I’ve ever met, and just the fact that you want to remember those who tried to kill you shows how compassionate and kind you are. You and I both know that their attitudes were a result of the brutal treatment and sick game the Capitol was playing, and I think that they would much rather us remember them as people who loved more than they hated.” 

She nodding, pulling away from you to get out of bed. “Can we talk about something else right now?” 

You could only imagine the toll this conversation must have taken on her, so you immediately nodded and reached out to take her hand. “Of course.” 

“Can you dance with me?” 

The new topic of conversation was not exactly unpleasant or unwelcome for you, but it also forced you to contend with something that you had never admitted before. “Oh,” you said softly, and she looked at you with a confused expression. “I don’t really know how to dance.” 

And it was true. You had met Lucy Gray in the middle of the woods, and although you knew that she and her family often performed at some of the dance halls in District 12, you had never been to one. All the time you spent with (before running away together) had been with the rest of the Coveys in the cabin or the lake, and in the middle of the woods as you rested on the soft patches of earth.

She looked shocked at your admission, but it wasn’t long before a smile began to spread across her face. “Well, it’s never too late to learn, if you’d like to,” she said, holding out a hand for you to take. 

When you took her hand and let you lead you through a (rather clumsy) waltz, it didn’t even matter that you felt completely out of your element. You could see some of the tension and worry evaporate from Lucy Gray’s face, and it was soon replaced with a look of concentration as she tried to explain to you both the steps of the waltz and then a simple line dance, which you were equally terrible at. Soon, the heavy atmosphere that had filled the room was gone, and the sound of bright laughter took its place. 

“You really are a terrible dancer!” she said, after you stepped on her foot for about the twelfth time. 

You laughed. “Am I the worst you’ve ever seen?”  

“Absolutely!” she shouted, leaning in to steal a kiss before bursting out into laughter. “But that’s okay, I still love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

The frightening memories and persistent troubles that Lucy Gray felt would never truly go away, you knew that. But you hoped that with moments like these, you would be able to help make them a little less haunting.  

- the end -

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[swallow-wind]

Al Stewart in Our Flag Means Death...!!!!!!!!

[ashesfordayz]

Got a good chuck done on this so I guess I'll post the wip ^^ for the YOTC Map! I chose to turn Cyberpunk 2077 into a Warrior Cats AU!

[captainsophiestark]

Omgggg I’m finally reading through some YoTC stuff and this was incredible! I have no idea who this character is because I somehow still haven’t watched WW84, but I was immediately hooked by your opener and your incredible writing! Your prose and the internal monologue for the main character were SO good and funny and I would happily read SO much more of it. If there is a part two, I’d love to read it, but either way awesome fic!

“I wish you worked.”

A Year of Wishes

Part One: “I wish you worked.”

Pairing: Max Lord x plus size F!Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: None

Summary: In a world where superheroes and villains need to be taken into consideration when planning your morning commute, crystals rank low on the “things to be concerned about” scale. A genie AU. 

A/N: I hope you enjoy this beginning. This is not beta read and I’m flying fast and loose with rules regarding the DCU. Thanks to @thatdamnokie​ for their support. @yearofcreation2023​

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[thecompanykc]

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[musicthelifeblood]

Had the honor of seeing & talking to @yearofthecobra tonight. One of the things I cherish most about my music fandom is that I can still be moved in an emotional way. At 37, about to turn 38 in a few days, the music I love still gets me excited, curious & inquisitive just like it did 20 years ago. I can't thank Amy & Jon enough for being such a badass band but also for being down to earth & gracious to their fans. Now go listen to Year of the Cobra. -Dustin #doomedandstoned #indianapolis #seattle #yotc #rickenbacker #porkpie #theseige #musicthelifeblood

[kyoruzine]

Will we be getting shipping notifications? the posts stated that pdfs wouldn't be sent until the preorders were all shipped. I know the PDFs went out but I haven't received a shipping notice nor our package. Thanks!

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[davidthierree]

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[sentient78]

begging klei please make wx rework march 2022

[captainsophiestark]

Toriiiiii I loved this, it was so good! Ngl this trope/AU situation is one of my favorites and has been for a long time, and I loved seeing the flashbacks before the make up ☺️ I don’t know literally any Pedro Pascal characters but I’m finally going through the YoTC masterlists, and I enjoyed this and was invested from the start even without knowing the character! Great fic! ❤️❤️❤️

Afterparty Blues

Dieter Bravo/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,531

Summary: According to anyone else, this night should have been nothing but celebration for Dieter - he won an Oscar after all. But he couldn't help the way his mood tanked when he saw you dancing with someone else at the afterparty. It didn't matter though, you weren't his, and it was his fault in the first place.

Flower and meaning: yellow hyacinth || jealousy

this is my first work for the @yearofcreation2023 ! my theme is flowers, and i'm so excited for what this challenge will bring! i recently watched the bubble, and i wasn't originally going to write for dieter, i had a bit of an epiphany and decided to try my hand at writing him! this takes place pre-canon, and is angst with a happy ending :)

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Dieter Bravo Masterlist

They say the feeling of elation lasts for days, weeks even. Winning an Academy Award was a once in a lifetime experience for most actors, and this would mark the first time Dieter had won one. And for a while he did feel that way, stupidly thinking that there wasn’t anything in the entire world that could bring him down.

And then he saw you at the afterparty.

More specifically, he saw you dancing with someone else.

There were two types of jealousy in the world. There was the red-hot version of the emotion, that burned like fire in the stomach and enveloped one’s entire being until it was all they could think of as their hands curled into fists and they had to keep themselves from acting in a way that was unbecoming or impolite.

And then there was jealousy that was dark and gloomy gray, bringing down the mood of whoever experienced it, and making them want to do nothing but go to bed and shut out the entire world. It was wanting to cry but realizing that there were no tears left, and staring at the wall without focus or care for anything. This type of jealousy made a person feel like their limbs were being weighed down with dumbbells, along with a crushing feeling of existential dread.

Right now, Dieter was experiencing both of those at the same time, and it was brutal.

Maybe it was the heightened emotion he felt from winning (or the little bit of cocaine that he snorted between the ceremony and the afterparty), but he hated the feeling. Watching you smile and dance from across the room was almost equivalent to medieval torture for him, knowing that you wouldn’t want to talk to him if he went over and said hello. Because he fucked up your relationship, and it was one of the worst mistakes he had ever made.

It started out as a PR thing, it always did in this business. His agent called him up and practically threatened him to agree. He did, not knowing what kind of joy you would bring to his life.

You were also an actor, but mainly worked in TV while he focused on movies. However, you had landed a decent role in a big budget drama, and your agent wanted to generate a little more of a buzz around your name than you already had. They had reached out to several other agents asking for advice and ideas, and Dieter’s manager had responded, wanting to drum up press for his upcoming movie as well. Without the input of either you or him, it was decided that you would be in a fake relationship.

The beginning of it all had been fine. You were both a little wary of what you were being asked to do, but he enjoyed your company and you didn’t seem to hate him, so it could have been a lot worse. He made a promise to himself not to let things get real after the first time the two of you were photographed together, because he knew it would only make things more complicated.

But of course, that promise was doomed from the start. You spent more time together, planned outings where you could be seen and photographed holding hands, and managed to convince the rest of the world that you were one of Hollywood’s new “it couples.” And all the while, he found himself falling for you.

The two of you had been invited to the premier of another movie, some sci-fi thriller that everyone seemed to think might win big during awards season, and his agent wanted him to kick it up a notch. He complied, and after a few planned kisses on the red carpet, he knew that promise he made to himself was so far down the drain it was irretrievable.

You slept together that night too, camping out in a hotel room instead of attending the afterparty. Parts of his suit were strewn across the room the next morning when he woke up and your dress was in a pile on the floor, no doubt collecting wrinkles.

For a few weeks, the image that you presented to the world and reality were the same, and then everything started to crash and burn. You knew you would have to “break up” eventually, and soon it was written in the contracts between your agent and his.

But you believed that somehow things could work out between you and him. And he stupidly wanted to believe it too, but his agent had forbid him from keeping contact with you after the “split” was recorded and reported. He should have fought back, he should have admitted that he was in love with you right then and there, but he didn’t.

Instead, he pretended to be a commitment freak when you told him you wanted to continue seeing him, and he watched as the expression on your face went from love to disgust in seconds. He told you lies about only wanting to get in your pants, driving a stake not only through your heart but his at the exact same time. He watched as you walked away from him, and he knew he had fucked up big time.

Two months later, he fired that agent and hired another, but the damage to his relationship with you was already done, and he had to simply accept that.

You ran into each other at the bar of all places, both stepping up to order a drink at the exact same time. “Congratulations on your win tonight,” you told him, a smile on your face that Dieter knew was simply for politeness’ sake.

“Thank you,” he responded, the suit he was wearing suddenly feeling a little too warm and constricting. Trying to keep his nerves at bay, he spoke again. “I saw you got the lead in that new thriller coming out next year. Congratulations.”

You smile grew a bit bigger, and he could see your expression soften a little. “Thank you.”

Your drink was ready, and you turned to step away, but Dieter gently touched your hand to keep your attention. “Listen, I feel terrible about things went down between us. My agent was really overbearing and I took some stupid advice. I miss you, and even if you don’t want to give us another shot, I’d at least like to be friends.”

You were silent for a moment, clearly not expecting that to come out of his mouth. “I know about your agent,” you said quietly. “Mine was complaining about how annoying he was to work with, and she told me that he pressured you to have a ‘clean break’ from me. I don’t know if I’m looking for a relationship right now, but I’d like to be friends too.”

He nodded, a small smile spreading over his face. “Then friends it is.”

***

The next morning, he woke up alone in his hotel room, with nothing but a bad case of bed hair from the night before. He thought everything was completely fine, or at least he did until he grabbed his phone and checked his messages.

The first one he clicked on was from his agent, and the text read Is this real or should I start damage control?, followed by a link to a news article. Dieter stared in shock at the headline when it loaded on his phone.

Could It Finally Be Take Two For This Pair of Hollywood Exes?

Photos of the two of you together from last night sat right under the large type, along with a red carpet photo from when the two of you were “together.” The afterparty photos looked like they had come from the background of someone else’s instagram post, and he wondered who was the one who had accidentally captured the moment between you and him last night. Dieter swore to himself as he thought of you: what did you think of all this? He just hoped that you didn’t think he had done this on purpose, even though he should have known that cameras would be everywhere, he was just too caught up in the jealousy and then the hope you gave him after your conversation.

He backed out of the article and the text from his agent, not sure what to tell him. It was then that he noticed another new text, timestamped at 7:23 this morning. Your name stared back at him as he opened the thread.

I know what I said last night, but it seems we’re all over the internet. If you were serious about giving us another shot, I say we do it. Can’t be worse than our first relationship, right?

Suddenly, all his worry about the situation began to wash away. Immediately, he texted you back.

I was definitely serious.

Can I take you out to dinner this evening? I think we have some things to talk about.

He waited for you to text back a confirmation before calling his agent, and he was already thinking about where he wanted to take you for your first (real, or rather, not sponsored) date.  

- the end -

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[thejohnmillerprogram]

KYUSS WORLD RADIO #47 – YEAR OF THE COBRA – 4.14.19 MGR is switching things up tonight with a BONUS episode of KYUSS WORLD RADIO !!! ... yup ...

[falkonryderz]

Listen/purchase: Ash And Dust by Year of the Cobra

Előzetesként íme három mennydörgő #doom #stoner tétel a november 1-én megjelenő új YOTC nagylemezről. Engem megfogtak.

[minimalismtalk]

On my way to ሽምግልና። #gettingold #feltoldthough #YOTC #UOTY #ሽምግልና (at Kentlands, Gaithersburg, Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgI7nkGOS_0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ogden94j]

Year of the Cobra live at the Tonic Lounge. Portland, OR.