#they are romantically a bad match

[inmydrcams]

fandom: gale is all anger actual book gale:

“Gale knows his anger at Madge is misdirected. On other days, deep in the woods, I’ve listened to him rant about how the tesserae are just another tool to cause misery in our district. A way to plant hatred between the starving workers of the Seam and those who can generally count on supper and thereby ensure we will never trust one another. “It’s to the Capitol’s advantage to have us divided among ourselves,” he might say if there were no ears to hear but mine. If it wasn’t reaping day. If a girl with a gold pin and no tesserae had not made what I’m sure she thought was a harmless comment.”

“I think of Gale, who is only really alive in the woods, with its fresh air and sunlight and clean, flowing water. I don’t know how he stands [the mines]. Well…yes, I do. He stands it because it’s the way to feed his mother and two younger brothers and sister. And here I am with buckets of money, far more than enough to feed both our families now, and he won’t take a single coin.”

“Gale never interrupts. While I talk, he tucks the gloves in his pocket and occupies himself with turning the food in the leather bag into a meal for us. Toasting bread and cheese, coring apples, placing chestnuts in the fire to roast. I watch his hands, his beautiful, capable fingers. Scarred, as mine were before the Capitol erased all marks from my skin, but strong and deft. Hands that have the power to mine coal but the precision to set a delicate snare. Hands I trust.”

“He steps in and I feel myself lifted off the ground. The room spins, and I have to lock my arms around Gale’s neck to brace myself. He’s laughing, happy. “Hey!” I protest, but I’m laughing, too.”

“Well, with an uprising in District Eight, I doubt he’s spending much time choosing my wedding cake!” I shout. The instant the words are out of my mouth I want to reclaim them. Their effect on Gale is immediate—the flush on his cheeks, the brightness of his gray eyes. “There’s an uprising in Eight?” he says in a hushed voice.”

“Gale steps into the picture on Sundays, although he’s got no love for Peeta or Haymitch, and teaches us all he knows about snares.”

“Katniss,” Gale says softly. I recognize that voice. It’s the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly. “Don’t,” I whisper. But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. “Katniss, there is no District Twelve.”

“It was Gale who thought of the Meadow, one of the few places not filled with old wooden homes embedded with coal dust. He herded those he could in its direction, including my mother and Prim. He formed the team that pulled down the fence—now just a harmless chain-link barrier, with the electricity off—and led the people into the woods. He took them to the only place he could think of, the lake my father had shown me as a child. And it was from there they watched the distant flames eat up everything they knew in the world.”

“I’m afraid of Gale’s answer, but I ask anyway. “Why do you think [Peeta] said it?” “He might have been tortured. Or persuaded. My guess is he made some kind of deal to protect you. He’d put forth the idea of the cease-fire if Snow let him present you as a confused pregnant girl who had no idea what was going on when she was taken prisoner by the rebels. This way, if the districts lose, there’s still a chance of leniency for you. If you play it right.” I must still look perplexed because Gale delivers the next line very slowly. “Katniss…he’s still trying to keep you alive.”

“Whatever reason Peeta had for saying those things, he’s wrong.” The stupid sticks won’t go in the box and I snap several in my frustration. “I know. Give it here. You’re breaking them to bits.” He pulls the box from my hands and refills it with swift, concise motions.”

“Gale sets his tray beside me and I try not to stare at his turnips too pathetically, because I really want more, and he’s already too quick to slip me his food. Even though I turn my attention to neatly folding my napkin, a spoonful of turnips slops into my bowl.”

“Fulvia gives us a wave, and Gale and I follow her and Plutarch out into the hall. “So well intended, and yet so insulting,” Gale whispers in my ear.”

“If you really want to impress Posy, you’ll have to dye yourself bright pink,” says Gale, thumping his tray down beside me. “That’s her favorite color.” Posy giggles and slides back down to her mother. Gale nods at Flavius’s bowl. “I wouldn’t let that get cold. It doesn’t improve the consistency.” Everyone gets down to eating. The stew doesn’t taste bad, but there’s a certain sliminess that’s hard to get around. Like you have to swallow every bite three times before it really goes down. Gale, who’s not usually much of a talker during meals, makes an effort to keep the conversation going, asking about the makeover. I know it’s his attempt at smoothing things over. ”

“Haymitch reaches out and squeezes my shoulder. “It’s all right. We’re going to try to get Peeta out.” […] “Haymitch finally drops the good-natured act. “You know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first.” Of course I do. Gale.”

[wildstar25]

WolShtola Week 2025 - Day Two - Fell first/Fell harder

A gradual acceptance of ones own yearning heart.

A sudden clarity to long harboured, deep affections.

The moment shared across two points of time.

[pickaropoprocks]

Day 93!! Happy Pride!!

[beanghostprincess]

When you think about it the stage of Sanuso not standing each other was very short because when the strawhats entered the grand line they were already pretty clingy to each other. So imo they pretty much started enjoying each other's company after the Arlong park arc

Yeah!!! I mean. I believe Sanji and Usopp didn't like each other at all at first because. Well. It's for obvious reasons. They might have similar experiences with their insecurities and trauma and way of coping, but that's hidden deep, deep down and they don't find out about that bit and their strengths until later. Without that, they're extremely different. Like, extremely.

And if the first thing a waiter in a restaurant does is flirt with the girl and treat all the others like shit, well, of course Usopp isn't going to like him. And if Sanji is trying to be polite and flirty to a gorgeous girl but some guy gets in between, of course he's not going to like Usopp. It's sort of that their personalities do not match at all at first, but then they see how they truly are and they start to get along.

The thing is-- They don't ever leave that dynamic fully, and I adore that. Despite getting along and being protective of each other, Sanji and Usopp still argue a lot over the stupidest things and they keep yelling at each other for stuff that doesn't matter because they're both morons and stubborn and I swear we don't talk enough about them constantly getting irritated by the other's shenanigans while also sacrificing their life for each other constantly. It makes their relationship so human, realistic, and genuine... It's one of the things I adore the most about this ship!

[forcedhesitation]

dead by daylight-- the game where you can play as steve harrington from stranger things, and can get sent to partake in a match of murder hide and seek at midwich elementary from silent hill, where you can then use a lute to perform bardic inspiration from dungeons and dragons to give a bonus to your teammates, except for the one who is being chased by nemesis from resident evil 3.

[unluckyxse7enart]

Hey seen ur art abt persephone aka ur gardevoir oc rylly looks cool btw whats she like in terms of personality and other stuff?

Hi firstly this made my DAY, tysm for asking!!

As for Persephone - I'm still ironing out particulars, but I've designed her overall character with the original myth of her namesake in mind - to the point she may serve the role of "an individual the myths were based off of" in a separate, non-pokemon story of mine!

Personality-wise, she's rather grim and gloomy - what I do have set for her is she's a rather powerful spirit of death or at least one of the dead, one who isn't satisfied with her place after life. However, it's a state she's been in for a very long time, so she has learned to navigate it with a cold dignity, the type you might come to expect from many interpretations of Hades himself. I do think she is likely someone who had been alive and died, so she carries a lot of grief deep within her about that.

She is escorted by her personal knight, Euclid, but is powerful enough on her own that it is rare she truly needs any protection. The two are near inseperable.

On the flip side - if I decide she is married to Hades or a similar being, akin to the myth - it is rare to see her alongside her supposed husband. It is as amicable a distance as it can be, the bond maintained in order to maintain her power and standing in the underworld. After centuries of marriage, and Persephone losing her passion in almost everything, it's somewhat of a natural progression that her marriage with the other ruler of the dead should also lose its spark.

Tysm again for asking about her!! Have a quickly done drawing hehe

[musical-chick-13]

I do think the worst part of a Friendship Breakdown™ is knowing that if I were like. Capable of being a different person or a more..."normal". I guess. Person. Then this wouldn't have happened. There would not have been any problems. But here we are.

[self-shipper-snowdrop]

The Decepticon dancing doodles 💕💕💕💕

It was a random idea I had which started with KO, but these were fun!!!! I'm pretending they used like. mass displacement or smth for the size thing lmao, because I didn't want humanized versions of them all.

I think I did good for my first ever time drawing... well.. any of them!

[onenotsubtle]

theres just something so poetic about tj going into deathmatches with hate and going out with him..

[astralarias]

okay I can't lie I meant to make my prev post about relationships unrebloggable because it was just a lil personal rant based on things I've been seeing every now and then but dgfhjdfg I am glad it resonated with people <3

[sparkly-skies]

3am PMS Vse Kar Vem feelings are that I love my friends so so much and I miss them and I'm lonely because they all live at home, in Vienna, or otherwise away and also busy with their own lives and their mostly stupid boyfriends and I'm shit at socialising here because the chats at uni, no matter how nice they are, can't make up for having deep connections with friends and I don't know what kind of crack Bojan and Kris put into VKV but that line about how nothing hurts when you're in [their/someone's] arms is killing me right now, because I have experienced this by now, how everything might be awful and you're struggling to hell and back but everything is less bad and more managable, and you might even be able to relax and forget about your worries for a while, when you're with your special person/people, in a hug or just next to each other not touching at all; so now that I know that feeling of genuinely feeling 100% comfortable and at ease and dare I say at home with someone, it hits even harder when I feel lonely and alone on bad days

[airenyah]

forever grateful that after bad buddy's success ohm and nanon didn't become a Branded Pair™ that kept doing bl together. ohm's ability to have chemistry with literally everyone would be SUCH a waste if they had tied him down to nanon only

[eclipsecrowned]

thinking about how julia has been ripped off three times now and just OOF.

[catwouthats]

Why tf did I just say to myself “Emma is like the lesbian version of Call me By Your Name… but comedy.”

Dude no it ain’t!

…

Well actually… No… maybe… a little… but no… but… yes?

[valentinesparda]

yeah I need more girlfriends wtf

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ THE DRESS CODE

Bakugou was in a bad mood.

It was stupid, really. Absolutely stupid. But he couldn’t help the scowl on his face as he approached your desk.

“Oi,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “What the hell are you wearing?”

He had taken his time this morning, making sure the maroon shirt he picked out was one he actually liked. It wasn’t over the top or anything—just a plain shirt with a white skull on the back, paired with some casual black pants.

But it was the principle of the matter. You were supposed to match. That was the whole damn point.

The UA student council had this dress code specifically to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Maroon for those who’re in a relationship, blue for those in a situationship, green for those in the “friend zone,” black for those who are admirers from afar, and the plain school uniform for those who are more inclined in their studies to even bother with romantic relationships.

Was this your way of subtly denying him as your boyfriend? It wasn’t like you two were in hiding—and it’s not like he doesn’t mention that you two are seeing each other whenever someone pesters him about it.

You looked up, eyes wide and innocent. “Huh? My uniform?”

Bakugou’s brow twitched. “Yeah, I can see that. Why?”

You blinked, clearly not understanding what he was getting to. “Because… it’s Friday?”

“Did you forget what today is?”

You stared blankly at him, confusion written all over your face.

“...Friday?”

“Valentine’s Day!” he barked, causing a few of your classmates to glance over in amusement. He jerked his thumb at his own shirt—a simple red tee with a black skull printed on the back. “Maroon’s for people who are dating. Thought we were gonna match.”

You felt as though your soul just left your body.

“Oh... oh.” Your hands flew to your mouth. “I... I didn’t know! You never told me!”

“Didn’t think I had to. It’s common sense.”

“And you don’t even like Valentine’s Day! So... I thought we weren’t doing the dress code thing...”

That was true. But still! He was adamant on making you look like the one in the wrong here.

“Well, I am,” he pouted. So subtle it could be mistaken for his signature grimace. “And I heard from Ears that you were planning on wearing maroon, you idiot.”

“I told her—I was thinking about it, though.”

Bakugou’s shoulders sagged, the irritation draining a little. “Yeah, well... I went and did it. Thought it’d be obvious we’re together if we matched. You had a shirt with a golden dragon on the back, too, right?”

Your heart fluttered, your gaze finally meeting his. He remembered. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—Bakugou Katsuki, the loud, brash, and unapologetically stubborn hero-in-training—your boyfriend, wanted to show off your relationship. Publicly. On Valentine’s Day.

A moment in history!

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Instead, you jumped to your feet. “Wait here!”

Before he could argue, you bolted out of the classroom, leaving Bakugou standing there, baffled. He turned to find his classmates blatantly eavesdropping.

Mina’s eyes were practically sparkling. “Awww, Bakugou, you wanted to match with [Name]?”

Kaminari snickered. “Dude, that’s so cute.”

Kirishima grinned, throwing an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “You really have gone soft, man.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he shrugged Kirishima’s arm off roughly. “Shut it, Shitty Hair. I just didn’t wanna look like an idiot wearin’ maroon by myself,” he grumbled. “And Sero’s wearing green—‘nd I don’t see anyone picking on him!”

“Cool it, man,” Sero laughed, shaking his head. “The incident still stings.”

“We salute you, brave soldier,” Kaminari replied.

Mina sighed dramatically, resting her chin on her hands. “Young love...”

His cheeks turned crimson. “Mind your own damn business!”

Before his embarrassment could escalate, you came running back, slightly out of breath, with something red clutched in your hands. You unfolded it and slipped it on—a maroon cardigan. It hugged your frame just right, with allowance to spare, the color bringing out the warm shimmer in your eyes.

You looked at him, your fingers fiddling with the buttons. “I had this in my locker. Does this work?”

Bakugou stared at you, his irritation disappearing like a factory reset process. You looked... cute. Really cute. But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. He cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah... s’fine, I guess.”

Your face brightened, a smile breaking across your lips. “Really?”

He looked away, his voice gruff, though there was no heat in his reply. “Whatever.”

Their moment was interrupted by Mina’s dramatic squeal. “And they say romance is dead!”

Kaminari gave a thumbs up. “Didn’t think Bakugou could be such a romantic.”

Kirishima laughed. “Man, who knew you’d be such a softie?”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he spun around, his hands sparking. “One more word and I’ll kill all of you!”

His classmates laughed, not the least bit intimidated. They could see right through him—Bakugou Katsuki was completely, undeniably, head-over-heels for you.

Turning back to you, his voice softened, his anger dissipating. “C’mon, let’s go. Cafeteria had those stupid snacks you wanted.”

Your smile never wavered as you followed slightly behind him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah... Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bakugou hopes the next Valentine’s Day to come is when he can properly match with you. He won’t let you forget this time around.

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