#Rob Rue

[whenthewallfell]

what tiktok thing do you not want to be true 👀

@rosegardeninwinter's tags in the og post (doesn't say tiktok but reels usually are i think?)

i genuinely do not understand what the point of reading a book is if you're not actually going to engage with it on the most basic level. it's like the idea of only using spark notes or getting ai to summarise it for you.

why eat anything if you're just gonna stick it in a blender and slurp it up through a straw

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The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

Into the Wilderness: Part 6

Our rented SUV was one of the last in the parent caravan. We drove along winding paved roads until we turned off onto dirt pathways, passing white clapboard houses nestled among the hills, weathered with moss, a lone horse, a few sheep hugging dilapidated barns. Then, we turned off those dirt roads onto pitted tracks created by other four wheelers. We navigated slowly up the mountain, wheels edging steep declines. We bumped over rocks, tree branches scraping our doors. We passed an overflowing stream.

Finally, the line slowed and stopped. In what seemed like practiced unison, SUVs turned slightly off the tracks. The forest was damp and thick, the soil emitting steam as the sun warmed it. The Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia are actually a temperate rainforest and that becomes obvious the moment you crack open your car door. The moisture and heat- it was now late August- envelope you.

All around us was green. If our teens were camped in these woods, seeing them through the trees was nearly impossible. Chuck and I got out of our SUV and followed the other parents walking toward an incline about a half mile down the path. A sense of human presence started to emerge. An abandoned steel tent frame gleamed in a clearing- not from our campers; they have strict rules to leave the forest as they find it. In the distance, smoke from a campfire wafted through the green light. We walked toward it.

All around us, teens and parents had begun to re-unite. Rustling undergrowth, excited screams: the teens rushed to meet their parents.

Far down on the path, was a spot of red. As we walked, it formed into a shape, then a figure. It was unloading food supplies from the back of an SUV. The figured stopped and faced our direction.

Squinting, Chuck asked, "Is that Catina?" We couldn't tell. We walked closer. And as we did the figure began to sprint toward us. And then we knew. This was our girl.

We ran. She ran, clouds of dirt rising around her like Pigpen from Charlie Brown. We came together, grabbing hold and squeezing in an enormous hug.

The first thing I noticed was how bad she smelled. And how smelling so bad, she still smelled good. Every mother knows the scent of her child. It's there from the first moment your child is in your arms and you bury your nose in the soft spot where the neck meets the shoulder.

That was the smell I noticed, along with sweat and body odor. Deoderant attracts mosquitos and flies so the teens avoid it.

Next, I noticed her clear eyes. And her dimpled smile. She was happy, not just to see us, but happy. Her body showed it. She had a confidence she had never carried before.

She had firmed up from the hiking and healthy eating. The teens do not eat processed foods and can only have limited amounts of honey as a rare treat. She was covered in bug bites, red welts dotting her arms, ankles and calves. She wore a long-sleeved red windbreaker and splotched khakis, an orange vest with fluorescent tape and a mismatched pair of crocs, one blue, one orange (see our photo in the About page), without socks.

Chuck and I wore "I heart Catina Wipper" T-shirts. In her last letter home, Catina had asked Chuck to adopt her, and we wanted to surprise her with his answer. Just two days before, we had found a small printing shop in Clayton, Georgia that could make our T-shirts in a day. The T-shirt was hidden beneath our buttoned shirts and we opened them in a big "ta da."

We were together again. After eight long weeks of separation.

We walked to the clearing where they had set up camp. In the center was a big tarp with a campfire. The teens learn how to start a fire using self-made bow drills. Designated campers tend the fire to keep it continually burning. No fire means eating peanut butter in big spoonfuls from the jar or handfuls of GORP.

Each teen was assigned a pack of necessities weighing about 40 pounds: sleeping bag, school and therapy notebooks, water bottles, food supplies, bowl and spoon, a change of clothes, bags for collecting waste, a toothbrush. The packs were piled in a mound about 20 feet from the center tarp. A constructed bathing area and latrine were at opposite ends of the camp, both lined with tarps for privacy. Above the camp, on a ridge, the teens had set up their tents. Each day, they choose a favorite spot for sleeping. This one had a view of nearby mountains, blue and hazy in the distance like a smudged charcoal drawing.

The teens had settled down with their parents, excited to tell them about living in the wilderness. They were all so proud. They had lived outside for weeks tending to their own needs. While different issues had brought them together, the underlying issue was often the same: anxiety, depression, low self-esteem. But now they had discovered they could thrive- through storms, heat waves, bug bites, pesky critters, slips and falls.

Catina took our hands and led us up a hill above the camp to a rocky nook shaded by trees. Chuck and I unfolded our chairs, portable, legless contraptions that suspend a body in a reclining position. These "chairs" are provided only to teens who have reached a certain level in their progress- an incentive to work hard. Visiting parents are warned not to give our chairs away, or to let our kids sit in them.

We checked in. How were we each feeling? Excited, happy, complete. Catina told us about her days- what time they rise, packing up, unpacking, hiking off trails, setting up camp, cooking meals, cleaning up. She had never camped a single day in her life before wilderness, and now she loved being in the deep woods, sitting quietly with a book or journal, or staring endlessly at the beauty of it all.

We talked about a lot of things. Her letters. Her inventories. Her memories. Her new-found love of reading. Her regret. Our regret. An awful, violent incident she had hidden from us and blamed herself for because it had happened at a party she shouldn't have been at. What had led her here, to this place, this moment.

When we returned to the camp, dinner prep was underway, a counselor watching as they cubed raw chicken and cut up vegetables, sauteed in a big skillet over the open flame. They made pasta with chicken and vegetables, simple and good. Catina added sriracha, gobbled it down and wiped her bowl clean with leaves from the ground. When I couldn't finish my serving, she was happy to eat more.

Joy. I had never seen her so in her body, so present to herself. She was just Catina. The Catina that is Catina. Not the Catina that anyone else wanted her to be.

As the sun began to set, we hiked up the hill to the ridge where they had lined their tents. I captured a fallen branch as a walking stick to help heave myself up the mountain and across the uneven terrain.

Catina had chosen to place her tent last, at the far end of the ridge. She tied it between trees, a sharp inverted V high off the ground so she could see the sky and feel the night wind. We crawled underneath, removed our hiking boots and handed them to the counselors. We loosened our clothes and laid on top of our sleeping bags, arms and legs interlinked, staring at the moon through the branches. We repeatedly whispered, "I love you." There was not much more to say.

We lay on this ridge of mountain. The ridge seemed endless, stretching across the Appalachian shelf. It had risen millions of years ago, rock crashing together, thrusting upward, a massive tectonic shift continuing to reshape the landscape even today. And here we were now, on this ridge, together. We too had collided, fault lines rippling through our lives. We had forged new selves out of this, our own seismic event. Here on this ancient ridge, we knew we had come far.

Source: The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

[littleeliza-lotte]

The Lightning Thief Musical first preview 22/11/24

*Please do not share outside of tumblr without permission*

[volim2017]

barry choosing to spare Ziggy's life for Rue, choosing to spare her of the traumatizing hurt of losing another father figure to the club - IM GONNA THROW UP THIS MAN IS EMOTIONALLY HURTING ME

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Ad for Rob Zombie's Venomous Rat Regeneration Vendor in Rue Morgue Issue 132 (April 2013)

[thestarstoasun]

Side Character Interactions / Behind The Scenes of Camp Half-Blood

• Will is friends/acquaintances with pretty much the entirety of camp, but is closest to Cecil and Lou Ellen. The next in the circle is Clarisse, Castor (before the BotL), and Mark (the son of Ares).

• The Hermes Cabin is the place to go for year-rounders to get "out-of-camp" items. (Fidget spinners, mortal toys, etc)

• There is a "secret" betting pool that the Aphrodite cabin has going on when campers and their mutual crushes will get together. (Percabeth (canonically), etc)

• Clarisse helped train Will in using a dagger before the Battle of Manhatten at his request due to him not feeling like he was as good with a bow + being a combat medic.

Connor to Will before he is claimed: Don't worry, we will teach you all you need to know about being a Hermes kid

Lee, walking up behind them from a long infirmary shift: Absolutely not. Will, how about you come with me and we can get some hot chocolate?

Clarisse: That has got to be the dumbest thing I've heard all day!

Silena: Clarisse, please calm down...it's only breakfast, there's still plenty of time.

Mitchell: What the Hades is going on in here?

Cecil and Travis attempting to do basic make up for Connor (and failing): ...

Cecil: Surprise!

Connor: Gods, I should've asked someone else for help

Michael: You look like shit

Lee: I'm running on 3 cups of black coffee and spite.

Michael: GO TO SLEEP, LEE HYACINTH FLETCHER

Chiron: I'm glad at least your cabin doesn't cause many problems.

Beckendorf: Uh..yeah..about that. It may or may not have caught fire earlier, but it's alright because we put it out.

Chiron: How did you manage that?

Beckendorf: We got the Hermes kids to help, so we still have half of a cabin at least

I can definitely make another part of this if anyone wants, feel free to ask and request ships (I make no guarantees.) I did hint at like 2 of them in this though! If you have any duos/ideas feel free to also send them my way as well, I love seeing them and I want to be on Tumblr more anyways. Have a nice day, y'all!

[pain-is-too-tired]

Great now I'm thinking about Clarisse and Michael again.

We know from Michael's interaction with Percy later at Williamsburg Bridge that after Clarisse still refused to join the fight after getting the chariot, that he said some "choice words"

Knowing him, probably cussed her out a bit gdgdg

But honestly, I'm imagining him also calling her out on caring too much about her pride than lives

Because, for all the fighting to keep the chariot,we don't really know what was happening between getting the chariot and BoM. Other than Beckendorf's death.

And we see Michael's pride isn't something that he's completely obsessed with. If anything, his pride seems to be centered more on his cabin than himself. We don't know what it took to get the chariot, but I'm sure his cabin fought hard in the battle. Of course he'd want to keep it, his siblings earned that.

Clarisse's seems a little more focused on her own pride or the image of her cabin. She led the battle, so she thinks that the Chariot should be hers. Despite the fact they probably wouldn't have the Chariot if the Apollo cabin hadn't taken it, and as archers a flying Chariot is much more suited to their fighting style.

For how people talk about Michael, even in the books, he doesn't seem to be on the same level of attitude/aggression as Clarisse.

I think he just matches what he's given.

Clarisse is the one who started the fight with the chariot. That's why Annabeth specifically says she'll come to her senses. Because the Apollo cabin are just defending what's their's, maybe aggressively but they have even Chiron supporting that the chariot should be their's. Michael is being more on the defensive in a loud way. It's why no one goes to him and tells him to just give into Clarisse, heck Percy assumes Michael would still have the chariot during BoM. No one wants to just let Clarisse run over the Apollo cabin's achievements. Especially not Michael who's only been Head Counselor for a year.

Yet, Michael is the first to step away from it. But he doesn't let Clarisse just get by with still putting her pride first. He gives her choice words, likely out of lot of emotion, then just leaves.

And he dies. He dies defending Manhattan and his peers against Kronos. He let's Percy push him out of the way on Olympus, he doesn't fuss other than a sarcastic comment when Percy pretty much has Annabeth take over organizing his cabin. He let's Percy make the calls once he's on the scene, continuing to fight when he was just about to retreat. Than retreating when Percy actually orders a retreat. Only to come back when he sees Percy on his own after Annabeth is hurt.

He dies making sure Kronos doesn't get past them. Armed with nothing but one arrow and an idea.

And when Clarisse finally gets to the Battle, it's because her cabin and Silena left without her. She goes berserk on battle more so out of grief than duty.

I really do wish we got to see her reaction to learning about Michael's death/disappearance. Obviously she's had guilt over Silena's death. But she got to say goodbye. She got to be there for her and avenge her.

The last words she heard from Michael was likely him cussing her out.

There's one song I think about when I think about their relationship and it's Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives

What happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out, and take our separate roads? I'll admit I've had my doubts But I want to be let in, not out But I want to be let in, not out Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me This will be the death of me All is fair in love, and war But I can't fight with you anymore This will be the death of me

Idk, just something about it hits. Really I don't think Michael necessarily hated Clarisse, I think he was disappointed and upset. And I feel like Clarisse would take his death hard, at least feel pretty guilty. Especially if she was close to him before hand. Heck even if she had just been close to Lee, she would feel lot of guilt for not being there to help his siblings.

And even more so. The last words they ever shared was out of anger.

And she'll never get to apologize.

[jose96853]

LAURA LOOMER—MAYOR OF SPRINGFIELD, OH IS PRO BLM

Now we are understanding why there has been so many illegal Haitians in Springfield, Ohio. According to report from Laura Loomer that I link under here, the Mayor, whose name is Rob Rue is all in support for BLM and pro face diaper (masking). Back in 2020 he spread his pro-BLM propaganda during those riots caused by the BLM. Another thing is he told Christian on X to “Confront Racism in…

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Liz Skalka at HuffPost:

SPRINGFIELD, Ohio — Joe and Cheryl Backus have plenty of concerns over the influx of immigrants to this central Ohio city. “They’re giving up on our homeless here,” Joe Backus, a retired 80-year-old, said from a loveseat in his living room, referring to the general strain population growth is having on certain sectors of the local government. “They’re ignoring them.” But the spotlight Donald Trump and his running mate, Ohio’s own junior U.S. Sen. JD Vance, have put on Springfield and its estimated 60,000 residents hasn’t helped matters — whipping up tensions here to a potentially dangerous degree after the former president baselessly suggested to a live debate audience of 67 million people last week that foreigners here were eating cats and dogs. It’s quickly upended life, leading to bomb threats and general threats of violence that closed schools and government offices.

“I think here in this town, we’re going to have a — well, you wouldn’t call it a civil war — but an uprising,” said Joe Backus, a Democrat who’s in the minority of this red county that went twice for Trump. “Because I think people are going to get tired.” From a recliner across the room, Cheryl Backus, 67, recoiled at the idea of people associating Springfield with the consumption of pets. “Eating the cats and dogs? No, no, no, no, no. We don’t need — no.” The GOP ticket has made this blue-collar city a Midwestern front in the party’s immigration wars, stoking fears about a reign of terror that includes reckless driving and pet-snatching — all as Republicans continue to blame Democrats for a glut of asylum seekers and illegal crossings at the southern border in an election year when Republicans tanked their own border security bill to help Trump.

At the center of it all are people like Steven Pierre, a 32-year-old who emigrated to Springfield from Haiti at age 12. Now he’s a married father of four and works for Amazon. He has a dog, Baba. “It’s sad, because I gotta hear this, and my kids gotta ask questions about it,” said Pierre, who was building a chicken coop in the back of a pristine white home as Baba looked on. “And it’s like, what do I tell them?” “They’re not here to bother anybody,” Pierre said of the Haitians. “They’re here for a goal and to get on with their life. We’re just regular people. We want to be left alone.” Vance, who grew up an hour south of Springfield in a challenged town he popularized in his memoir, acknowledged last week there was no basis for the viral pet smears. But Vance still told his followers to keep sharing the cat memes these rumors helped spawn.

The vice presidential nominee took it a step further Sunday, suggesting he spread the hoax for the greater good of the country. “If I have to create stories so that the American media actually pays attention to the suffering of the American people, then that’s what I’m going to do,” he said on CNN. Trump also vowed to begin his planned mass deportation of immigrants in Springfield, where the Haitian population is mostly here legally, and claimed to know nothing about the bomb threats he helped stoke. “I don’t know what happened with the bomb threats. I know that it’s been taken over by illegal migrants, and that’s a terrible thing that happened,” Trump said Saturday. The rhetoric is beginning to grate on members of even their own party.

Ohio Gov. Mike DeWine, who has a prickly relationship with Trump, went on TV this weekend to decry the drama surrounding Springfield as “unfortunate” and the pet rumors as “garbage.” He praised Springfield’s population of “hard-working” Haitians, who are able to work legally under a special immigration status afforded to immigrants from countries suffering from civil unrest or natural disasters. Springfield’s own GOP mayor, Rob Rue, said he was tired and angry, and wouldn’t reveal whether he’d vote for Trump in November. All the attention has turned Springfield into a tinderbox. Right-leaning content creators are prowling the streets, hunting down evidence of pet-eating for a $5,000 bounty. Elementary and middle schools were closed or evacuated for two consecutive days last week due to threats. City Hall also closed due to security concerns, as several city commissioners found themselves targeted with threats.

[...] After decades of economic decline from factory off-shoring, the legal influx of Haitian immigrants seeking blue-collar work at factories and warehouses in Springfield struck a raw nerve in a community with a significant number of boarded-up buildings and homes, and longtime residents struggling to make ends meet. An estimated 20,000 Haitians have flocked to Springfield since the pandemic, stressing the city’s housing infrastructure, schools and hospitals. “The people who have lived here pay taxes and support Springfield all their life. They cannot get help, because it’s all about [the Haitians],” said Carol Lawson, 65, who lives a block over from Pierre. Lawson, who said she does not work and collects disability, repeated an oft-cited complaint about the Haitians: That they drive nicer cars than everyone else and appear to be the beneficiaries of generous government support — even though Temporary Protected Status, while it affords a pathway to getting a Social Security card and eventual citizenship, does not automatically confer public benefits like food stamps.

Over the last week or so, the residents of Springfield, Ohio have been unwillingly thrusted into the spotlight thanks to JD Vance, Donald Trump, and the right-wing media’s amplification of the false and racist insinuation that Haitian migrants are eating pets.

Tensions have risen in the town as a result of the debunked and unsubstantiated rumor.

[workingwhileidream]

Okay Burrow's End had me thinking some thoughts... So here are my favorite Dimension 20 moments that rotate like a rotisserie chicken in my brain (in no particular order other than the order I thought if them).

- Riz goes into the butthole of the Corn Ooze Monster (Fantasy High). The first absolutely insane shenanigans move anyone makes on D20, setting the tone the show will have forever.

- Raphaniel kills Queen Pamelia (Ravening War). I think I saw Brennan's soul leave his body briefly when he got that How Do You Want To Do This from Matt. Time was an absolute flat circle that day.

- Hank convinces Brennan to let him role savvy instead of sneak (Mentopolis). Hank is one of the most famous content creators, having him on the show was phenomenal to begin with. Then right out of the gate, he pulls this move in his first episode. And it just works. Hilarious, instantly iconic.

- Jet Dies (A Crown of Candy). When Lapin dies, it is shocking but I wasn't attached to him as a character. Lapin was a bit antagonistic and his death happens early in the season. On the other hand, Jet is instantly likeable. Emily and Siobhan are amazing as siblings, their performances this campaign are some of my favorites. I have siblings and I am very close to them, so this hit me like a ton of bricks.

- The entire epilogue of Burrow's End. "Are you pitching and Air Bud ending?" is one of the instant hall of fame quotes from this show. I started crying I was laughing so hard.

- Ylfa's bottleneck and the TPK (Neverafter). There are so many close calls for total party kills in Dimension 20 history, but this is where it finally happens and it's only 3 episodes in. I was on edge, expecting another TPK at any turn, for the rest of the campaign.

- 3 nat one initiative rolls for the battle that literally opens the season (A Starstruck Odyssey). The beginning of a new season is always full of excitement. This season was extra special, having everyone back in the dome after the pandemic and the season being based off Brennan's Mom's comics. The zoom energy is still in the air and I still think about this season opener a lot.

- Mother Timothy Goose breaks Snow White's concentration with a cantrip (Neverafter). Only Ally Beardsley could and we all damn well know it. Still didn't stop me from being so far in disbelief that all I could do is laugh.

- Hob's "You will never know another lonely day" speech to Rue (A Court of Fey and Flowers). I will still cry about this if I think about it for too long. Rue and Hob's romance is the heart of this season to me. I won't be over it ever.

- Gertrude convinces Nyruth to give the Questing Queens very powerful boons after the Queens tried to rob them only a few hours earlier (Dungeons and Drag Queens). The fact that this season exists drives a level of serotonin into my brain that is unimaginable. This is the definition of a big swing and when Bob rolls well, Brennan has no other choice than to honor it. This is one of the moments I have made a meme of. I cannot wait for season 2.

- Wuuvy shows up to the duel and she did not come to play (A Court of Fey and Flowers). Aabria has talked about how Wuuvy is one of her favorite NPCs and I feel the same. Wuuvy and Rue's relationship has such a great arc and this moment is so pivotal.

- Fabian's no good very bad day (Fantasy High Sophomore Year). An iconic moment in D20 history that was truly wild to watch live. For everything to go so fantastically bad for Fabian and Lou was unprecedented. There is a reason why people still talk about this moment to this day.

- Amathar survives being pushed off the castle (A Crown of Candy). Brennan tried to kill Lou so many times in this campaign. I really thought Brennan had gotten him with this one, my stomach sunk. But Lou pulls it out and Amathar lives once again.

- Pib plays "Smoke on the Water" (Neverafter). "I stepped out to play 'Smoke on the Water' " is also a hall of fame quote to me. This list could be all Pib moments if I'm being honest, he's my favorite Zac character. And the fact that Zac doesn't roll well makes this moment funnier to me.

- Buddy Bear gets planted with the All Blossom (Dungeons and Drag Queens). Jujubee and Brennan owe me a therapy session for this one. I sobbed. My cat is my baby and I will be ruined the day she leaves me, so I get it. I really do.

- "Eat your dice, Brennan" (Fantasy High Sophomore Year). A great bit made physically possible by Siobhan. I hope Siobhan gives him gummy dice or something like that so that Brennan can continue to eat his dice for Junior Year.

- Orange Top Hat Fairy (Neverafter). It's a horror season and the cast is doing bits about how hot a mini is the entire finale and the Adventuring Party that followed. I felt the stress and off the walls energy through the screen. The Smooth Criminal pin was the first piece of Dimension 20 merch I bought.

- Viola's epic takedown of Phoebe (Burrow's End). Watching Rashawn absolutely crush it her first time in the dome was amazing. I loved Viola from the jump, her arc was so satisfying and fun to watch. Also the idea of a tiny stoat kicking a gun just the right way to get it to fire is hilarious. No notes other than please have Rashawn come back on every season she possibly can.

- Evan Kelmp warns the Rosemont student not to duel him (Misfits and Magic). Brennan's deadpan warning matched with the reactions of the other players and Aabria really make this scene. An underrated Brennan moment for sure.

- Stacey Fakename turns out to be real (Mentopolis). This was such a good reoccurring bit, so to have Stacey be real at the end of the story was too funny. In a season of bits, tropes, and puns - this one has the most payoff to me and is definitely my favorite.

[raps-hellion]

non-main-seven demigods who know how much an average loaf of bread from the store costs:

luke castellan — had to figure out some way to feed the demigods in kronos's army. probably looked at the cost, went "that's stupid, i have a sword", and robbed the store at sword point instead.

ethan nakamura — luke's bread-stealing accomplice.

clarisse la rue — now that she's in college, yes. she's not happy about it, and even less so when someone (sherman) tells her she sounds a lot like percy when she gripes about it.

sherman yang — clarisse keeps him updated and he likes to annoy her about it.

travis stoll — yeah, but price is an illusion to him. anything can be free if he tries hard enough.

connor stoll — only because travis sends him letters from college bragging about how he hasn't been caught yet.

non-main-seven demigods who do not know how much an average loaf of bread from the store costs:

thalia grace — she was a tree.

will solace — has too many responsibilities as head counselor to even consider bread prices.

reyna ramíez-arellano — new rome has a far more stable economy than the rest of america and their bread is unrealistically cheap and/or free depending whether or not it's magically sourced.

drew tanaka — absolutely not.

bianca di angelo — lotus casino for 70 years then straight into military academy. no time for bread.

silena beauregard — camp half-blood provides food magically.

charles beckendorf — too busy looking at silena.

[mochidolls]

bot dump !

🆕 | @mochidolls just posted ( 5 m ago ) : here is the awaited bot dump in celebration of 7k and the new year! the support has been so lovely and i appreciate you all so so much. in honour, i give you this as my thank you <3

yellowjackets

lottie matthews — award for worlds biggest idiot: lottie!

natalie scatorccio — mrs sunshine / gods sweet little lamb (shadowbanned :/)

jeff sadecki — stuck in the pantry…uh oh!

shauna shipman — the people’s princess

laura lee — lord forgive her

van palmer — crash landing on you

misty quigley — not so secret admirer

jackie taylor — diva in sunglasses

special ops: lioness

bobby — hey neighbor! / handwritten letters / baby’s first cold / close shot

joe mcnamara — scrambling for praise / keep up rookie / sneaking in

aliyah amrohi — talk 2 me

cruz manuelos — and they were roommates

kyle mcmanus — exes for a reason

josie carrillo — i’ll be watching you

euphoria

rue bennett — you’ll always go back to her

nate jacobs — you new?

bottoms

hazel callahan — i hate your boyfriend

isabel — so kiss me

outer banks

rafe cameron — merry christmas boss! / corporate parties, amirite? / puppy

marvel

yelena belova — end of the line / winter came early

dune

jessica — under her spell

longlegs

lee harker — birthday planning

the bear

sydney adamu — surprise…!

carmen berzatto — baby’s first laugh

industry

yasmin kara - hanani — girl so confusing / prada lover

saltburn

felix catton — bf is my new roomie / need a hand?

the devil all the time

tommy matson — kiss n’ make up?

infedility

rob brookes — stuck (shadowbanned :/)

orange is the new black

janae watson — fresh new cut

the wilds

fatin jadmani — ex!fatin

the penguin

sofia falcone — tinder date

challengers

patrick zweig — first day of school / he’s got his eye on you

art donaldson — best buddies (shadowbanned :/) / dirty dancing!

tashi duncan — just a friendly rivalry! / art critique

[wassupmygays]

The Old Therebefore officially being a District 12/Covey funeral song crushes me

Lucy Gray thought those were her last moments in the arena, so she did what she knew how to: she sang. not to scare off or soothe the snakes, not to win sponsors, but to give herself dignity in death. She sang because she had something to say. She had to die as herself, as Covey, as a singer, as Lucy Gray Baird.

we see time and time again how important funeral rights and honors are to people of the Districts; the bread crumbs from District 2, Katniss honoring Rue with flowers, the three-finger salute from District 12. these people experience so much devastating loss, and they know that the people they have lost deserve honor and care.

So Burdock Everdeen sings The Old Therebefore at the funeral for the tributes and Haymitch's family. He sings it for the same reasons Lucy Gray did, even though he wasnt around yet to know her. He sings it to honor them. He sings it to comfort people. He sings it to tell their departed that they will never forget them, and that they will be with them some day. He sings it to unite everyone in their grief and sorrows. because they are people from District 12, and they will not let the capitol rob them of this last moment with their loved ones.

[mediumgayitalian]

For the ask game, 8!!! (Introvert or extrovert?)

nico di angelo: extrovert. sorry. he gains energy from hanging out. he just doesnt trust anyone yet. as he learns to love and trust again his extrovert comes right back. he also has like...no social fear

will solace: motherfucker is so repressed he has no idea. sure as shit thinks hes an extrovert! but spends a loooooot of time suffering in public and acting happy and curling up in bed eyes squeezed shut pillow over his head the second hes alone for an extrovert huh

clarisse la rue: extrovert but will not admit on pain of death. also thinks the introvert/extrovert thing is fucking stupid.

lee fletcher: introvert. loves his siblings & friends but needs time alone in his fishing boat or with a bow to cool off.

cass hasapi: introvert/ambivert. likes to be quiet and chill but with company. hate hate hates being alone.

diana mckinney: extrovert. dies if she shuts up or sits down. carries her baby brother around like a backpack when she needs background noise

michael yew: lies about being an introvert to be more emo. very much an extrovert. will follow lee places so he has company and pretend that lee is the one inconveniencing him.

naomi solace: shocking introvert. needs her time and space, especially after so much performing. HOWEVER has a list of people that don't count and she doesn't need space from, including her beloved son and mother figure (not that either of them will say so), di.

percy jackson: surprising introvert. needs time for self-reflection. has people he likes around him but really needs to go on walks by himself to cool off, or to think.

cecil markowitz: secret introvert. very chill and cool around people but regularly sneaks off to just be. tells people he was robbing them while they werent looking

kayla knowles: not sure yet. still kind of exploring, will is being very careful to help her with resources to self-reflect

annabeth chase: extrovert. needs to bounce ideas off people, gets sad when shes alone, has a select group of people she likes being around but she wants to be around them all the time. always on a phone call (especially with her beloved mother in law)

[n-ehpamoi]

I get why "finding your own meaning" can be important, sometimes, but,

I wonder, too, if needing everything to have meaning, whether self-made or predetermined, distances us from the very things we want to be meaningful --

sometimes a moment is just a moment --

sometimes bad just happens and there's nothing and no one to blame --

sometimes good comes, and it's not about hard work or karma or good deeds, repaid, but simply because it is, even when we feel we don't deserve it.

Sometimes, sadness is just there.

And sometimes, so is love.

Maybe there is no meaning, and that's okay.

Maybe we cry simply because that's what the moment needs.

Sometimes our hearts swell, and it doesn't need to be a grand act of the universe, or a feeling that needs to be met in kind,

but just a reaction to the warmth and care and kind, that we feel for, and give to, others --

sometimes it's better to just feel it, and let it be. To love the feeling for what it is.

To not rob the moment by trying to rationalize the "why" of it all.

V. Rue, 2025.