#ANNIE COME HOME

[drinkinggblood]

doodles. guess the favourite

[perkynurples]

writing bagginshield again is like

they really ARE the template huh

[aliencatart]

we set out on this journey together, right? so maybe we should finish it together, too. so... come on! let's go home! back to littleroot town!

happy 10 year anniversary to pokemon omega ruby and alpha sapphire!

[bertrei]

The bertholdt hoover fandom is dying rt if youd wipe the sweat from his brow like if youd give him a warm glass of milk

[persephozee]

currently DISTRAUGHT over the fact that Marley chose to send 4 child soldiers with families/parents on the most difficult mission in Marleyan history while keeping 2 warriors in Marley.

1 with a disabled single father

and 1 orphan

because they're the easiest to take advantage of. nobody can protect them.

[ladyantiheroine]

Hughie Campbell is miserable all the time because he’s not living his true purpose, which is being a stay-at-home tradhusband to Annie January.

[diapurple]

Fanfiction idea that I’m never going to write.

What if Hughie’s superpower was some kind of shield, which protects him from Homelander. Doesn’t make him super strong, but every time Homelander tries to touch him or laser him or whatever, the shield goes up and nothing happens.

What if that left them in some kind of deadlock, where Homelander can’t kill Hughie and Hughie can still do nothing about Homelander. Maybe Hughie also figures the only way to get to Homelander is trough Ryan. But then he gets to know the kid and can’t bring himself to make Ryan kill his dad. Dads are important after all.

What if Hughie and Ryan bonded? Like cousins? Like mother and son? Homelander is unable to prevent it. He can’t kill Hughie. He tries. Once he tried to kill Hughie in his sleep. It didn’t work. It was awkward.

What if Hughie tells president!Homelander all the ways in which his schemes are fucked up. What if Homelander secretly enjoys having someone who disagrees with him. He still tries to kill Hughie sometimes.

What if Hughie stays over to play video games or something with Ryan, and it's getting late, and Ryan falls asleep.

What if president!Homelander had a bad day and offers Hughie a drink. In the dim light of the night, this request doesn’t seem so outrageous. Homelander looks small. Like this, he is just a guy…

[ninasnumbers]

Do I even want to inquire why you two are in my office?

Scracth that, metaphorically of course, please dont scratch anything in my office. Just get out. I can only help one moron at a time.

[ssruis]

I will say that the benefit of my tsukasa card hoard is that my bonus for his chapter will be like… 540% minimum. Which sounds like a lot but tsukasa fans are fucking insane and I still think I’ll have to grind for anything under 1000th place. Maybe I *should* mr2 his new year lim.

[mydictionary-yume]

My mom will NOT come home send me your blessings please :(((((

[perseyhandmaiden]

Sorry Summer! I have to work, and I don't have time to chat.

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[solar-halos]

annie cresta week. day #4 - queen of crafts

annie steals a street sign, but at least she does it in style.

Annie doesn’t see why Four even has street signs. It’s not like any of them drive cars. 

Besides, that street sign had been abandoned on the side of the road for weeks. The rainstorm the other day practically rattled District 4 off the map, leaving a bunch of collateral damage in its wake. Even the podium the sign was supposed to be mounted to was drooping suspiciously to the side. 

Annie can’t stop thinking about it, all dented corners and faded lettering. Everyone thinks she’s acting spacey because she’s District 4’s freshest and most insane victor, but she’s actually just scheming up all sorts of ways to snatch that street sign up without getting caught. Her family’s been so up her ass ever since she came back. They remind her of her bikinis in that way.

That leaves only one plausible option: she’s gonna have to sneak out. She very expertly shifts around in bed, poking at the very lovely and unconscious lump next to her.

“Finnick, my love,” she whispers. “Would you like to steal a street sign with me?”

Obviously, he says yes. The Games left permanent scars on Finnick, too, whether they’re visible or not. His eyes flew open as soon as she started speaking and the bed started creaking (so she wasn’t an expert in stealth—sue her), poised to fight in response to the slightest intrusion. 

They didn’t need to fight anyone. Not yet, at least. It might be a different story if the Peacekeepers find them past curfew, but they weren’t trained to shoot first and ask questions later in this part of town. Worst case scenario is that they’d just be let off with a warning. 

Annie leads the way, having fun with the dramatics of it all. She can’t help it. Hardly anyone trusts her enough to go outside anymore, so the fresh air feels laced. The sand is damp and squishy and tickle-y against her sock-footed toes. The moonlight lights up the inky sky, bathing them in mystique and—

Snake!

Annie jerks back, yanking Finnick with her. Yeesh. That was really close.

The snake slithers right past them, no doubt trying to find his way back home after that gnarly rainstorm. There’s a deep ache in Annie’s chest—he’s just gonna have to keep on trying, even though she knows it’s in vain—but she soldiers on. Maybe Mr. SSSnake (triple S to account for his accent) will grow to like District 4. They weren’t a tourist district for nothing. 

See? Sleuthing around wasn’t in vain. If she wasn’t tip-toeing around bushes and swiveling her head to the side at crosswalks, who knows what else she could have missed?

Still, though. She’s getting hot—the air is always so thick after it rains—so she’d like to wrap up the first phase of her scheme quickly. It’s a relief when she’s finally brushing away all tree leaves plastered to the sign. 

“How’d that get there?” she muses. “Well—probably the same way the sign ended up on the floor.”

“Probably,” Finnick agrees, wiping off the stray condensation clinging onto the blocky black numbers. 25, it says. Annie hopes that isn’t referring to miles—it should be illegal for anything in the district to move that fast. “What do you wanna do with it? Hang it back up?”

“Oh, as if.” It’s like he doesn’t even know her. “No one’s even using it. And they’ll need a new one, anyway, since this one is so beat up. And we need new home decor.”

He doesn’t question her, which is good. Annie doesn’t like being interrogated, so she hums very quietly and swings their interlocked fingers as they walk back home. It’s a relief when they finally (and very quietly) swing the front door open—that thing was really digging into her hip. Maybe next time they do this, she won’t carry the sign like a very blocky baby.

Hm. As they tip-toe back to her room (Annie’s family was still sleeping, which was just how she liked it), Annie reflects on how plain and simple baby clothes are. Perfect for embroidery. Really small embroidery, which would be the ultimate testament of patience and love.

Anyway, enough about babies. Annie chucks the sign onto the floor and gets to work dragging her craft bins out of the closet, rifling through all her supplies before she even fully pulls them out. She can’t help it—she’s just too excited to get to work.

She goes over the fading numbers with some black nail polish, adding on a clear coat to give it a glossy finish. While that’s drying, she plugs in her hot glue gun and plays around with the rhinestones in her artillery. Maybe she’ll use that to outline the text.

In a fantastic display of parallel play, Finnick is reading a book right beside her, which gives her an idea. She rifles through her sheets of colored construction paper, trying to find a color that compliments the bright pink rhinestones. Maybe green, so that the color combo matches the watermelon she’s gonna cut up tomorrow? And maybe she can add in some blue boa feathers to represent the sky, then, since the theme is shaping up to be rather loud and in your face?

Annie thinks that’s perfect. She doesn’t want to be shy about the fact she stole something that shouldn’t even exist in the first place. Cars were terrible for the environment—just look at the Capitol. Besides, they already had horses, and they couldn’t even go 25 miles per hour. Simply put, using this sign as a decoration was the sanest route there was. 

She decides to stick the pink feathers along the edge, using the elastic on the boa to help her glue it on. She holds up the origami flowers she made, debating on sticking a bright pink pompom in the center as the petal.

Why the hell not? If she’s gonna do this, she’s gonna go all the way, baby. 

Hmm. Or maybe not. It made the sign look so off balance. 

What if she moved the flowers on the bottom a little above the corners? And what if she smoothed out the feathers to drape over the dents?

She tries the idea out, making one more flower to decorate the bottom with. Feathers all around, flowers on the bottom. She really likes that.

The rhinestones are the final added touch. She layers some tinier clear rhinestones on top of the bigger pink ones for some added texture, loving how the light reflects off of it. She garnishes the entire thing off with a very light sprinkling of glitter before officially taking a step back to admire her handiwork.

It’s busy. Colorful. Messy. And, best of all, perfect. It looks even better in the living room, hung up in all its glory. 

Her mom insists it’s tacky. And illegal. 

Annie doesn’t care. That’s part of its charm, is it not?

[aroace-shumika]

THERES LIKE 3 SCOUTS FOR ME TO PULL ON RIGHT NOW THEY WANT ME TO DIE!!!!!!! THEY HATE ME!!!!!!!!!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

playasia sending me emails like they didn’t ruin my life last summer … i won’t ever forget ………..

[kevyeen]

I wish being weird and batshit insane was socially acceptable, conforming to societal norms is killing me.

[ozsvessalius]

they really do just dangle the concept of a pandora hearts anime reboot being an actual thing over our heads like we are rats in a maze with unobtainable cheese around the corner. like. is the 2% sanity i have left a joke to u. this is so sick. i feel like shit i just want to look forward to seeing my son on a regular basis again