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HUGE DAY FOR ANNOYING PEOPLE (ME)

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man the public defender discourse pisses me off so bad. yeah. yeah I do think that every single person deserves representation. yeah that includes people who *have* committed rape and murder and abuse. when I say every single person I mean every single person. if your idea of justice excludes one person it excludes everyone. next question

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The cure to anxiety is completing all the tasks you have to finish for the day early and doing them phenomenally and being physically perfect and on everyone’s good side preferably even their favorite.

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Paperbacks That Never Were - Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno Garcia

Art by Nickolej Villiger

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I'm punk rock.

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Two stunning winners ✨️

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also pls tag the first game you remember playing

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masks and helmets that hides someone's face in such a way that they become the face themselves my beloved

these are all creatures to me

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I love when a character wants to be someone's dog so so bad. Dont mean it in a sexual way (although that can also be a part of it) I mean like. Let me be your loyal companion let me stay by your side give me a purpose in exchange for endless unconditional love let me stop being a person love me like it's my only use. Love me like that's the only thing I was made for. As you can tell. I'm normal.

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affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.

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hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

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Six of Crows in four words? Be gay, do crime! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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being doomed by the narrative is cool and all but i like when a character is doomed just by being a fucking idiot. sorry that happened to you but it is entirely your own fault and you could have just chosen to not do all that

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okay the other post got two likes so we're doing this sneak peek of my heartstopper hunger games au (that's mostly just a concept and a random collection of scenes) under the cut.

CW for non-consensual kissing

The sound of voices around the corner makes me pause and draw back against the wall—I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be wandering yet, even though I’ve told Priya and all the Capitol doctors that I feel fine, and absolutely do not need any more bed rest. I don’t really want to find out what she might due to me if she finds out I’ve left the apartment and started wandering the halls. The less people who see me, the lower my odds of getting caught. 

“Fine. I’m here. What do you want?” The first voice—male, young-sounding, with a slight drawl to it that means the speaker definitely isn’t Capitol—snaps out. There’s a beat of silence, then the smacking noise of flesh against flesh. “Don’t touch me.“

“What’s your problem?” The second voice—also male, also District, also probably about my age—sounds almost hurt, though there’s something petulant about it that makes everything the speaker says sound just a little insincere. “I’m trying to be nice-“

The first boy cuts him off, clearly impatient. “You’re trying to get in my pants. That’s not-“ he falters a little, like he has to swallow and collect himself before saying “-you told me you wanted to talk.” 

“I do want to talk.” The other boy sounds a little ruffled—I can picture him smoothing down his shirt as he clears his throat, getting himself back together. When he speaks again, his voice is softer and gentler, like he’s trying to coax a stray dog to take a sniff of his hand, but there’s something off about it, something that sets my teeth on edge. “C’mon, you’ve been avoiding me all week. Are you still upset about what happened to your Tribute? Your Tribute—one of them, at least, is a mentor. Probably both. I can’t think of many reasons besides the Games for there to be District people in the Capitol, certainly no reason besides the Games for them to be in the Tribute Center itself. “Are you seriously holding what happened in the Games against me?” His voice lowers, the same hurt/petulant tone from earlier creeping back in, and I frown despite myself. Something about this boy rubs me the wrong way. “We said we weren’t going to do that-“

“I’m not!” The younger boy’s voice cracks, making him sound even younger than he already does. He takes a deep breath that hitches slightly, like he’s on the verge of tears. “I wouldn’t do that, you know I wouldn’t do that!” Another deep breath—he sounds like Leo or Tilly, trying to stop themselves from crying, and I almost want to come around the corner and take him into my arms, wipe away the tears that are clearly about to spill. “It’s about what you did after. It’s about me sitting there crying and you not doing anything to help me! I was fucking falling apart and you were just sitting there acting like I didn’t even exist!” He sniffs, and I can picture him wiping his nose on his sleeve, blinking back tears. “You couldn’t even act like you cared for one minute?”

“Don’t be stupid, Charlie,” the second boy snaps, and I blink. Charlie—that name’s familiar, though I’m still on a high enough dose of painkillers that I can’t place it right away. “We were in a room full of other people, a room full of spies and cameras. They’ve already got enough leverage on the both of us as it is, do you really want to give them more? I thought you were smarter than that.”  

“You could have come after me-“

“I still had a Tribute I was looking after.” The other boy’s not even trying to his how condescending he sounds now, and I grind my teeth, hoping that Charlie gets tired of this and gives him a good punch in the nose. “You know what that’s like-“

“One has plenty of mentors!” Charlie’s voice is loud enough to echo off the walls of the hallway. I pump my fist in the air silently in celebration. “You were fucking learning, Ben, you could have grabbed any one of the half dozen other One Victors to take your spot! Your Tribute just had a kill, she would have been fine!” There’s a moment of silence, and when he speaks again his voice is back to being soft and shaky. “I just wanted you to make me a priority for once. But I think it’s pretty clear you don’t care about my feelings at all.” 

“Well it’s not like anyone else is going to put up with you,” The other boy—Ben—snaps and this time I’m unable to hold back my gasp of shock and rage. But they don’t hear me, not over the scuffle that’s ensuing—the first thing I hear is the sound of a back cracking against the wall, then Charlie’s voice crying out before it’s quickly silenced by…is that kissing? 

“Charlie, calm down, you know I like you-“ Ben’s still saying something, but the only thing I can hear is Charlie’s pained little whimpers, the way he gasps out “stop” with every punched out breath even as Ben ignores every single one of his pleas. Before I even know it, I’m moving, flinging myself around the corner and throwing myself into a tackle, keeping my center of gravity low the way the instructors in the Training Center taught me. Ben’s caught off guard, and it’s easy to slam him to the ground—it would be easy to wrap my hands around his neck, easy to choke the life out of him, but I pull back before I can do anything more than think it, and turn to look at the person who’s got the right to decide what I should do next.

Charlie—Charlie Spring of District Ten, Victor of last year’s Games, how did I not that put together before?—stares at me, dark blue eyes wide and mouth—swollen a little bit from Ben’s rough kisses—hanging open an inch or so.

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If I posted a snippet of something that wasn’t the next chapter of NWAACo or the Jordie lives fic sequel (and was in fact not even SOC related) and that probably won’t be published for months if at all…would y’all want to see it

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oh I see. it was the crime of wanting. that's why I deserve it.